This is a song about "Observation and money"

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

To my gunfulfillin' my destiny

Take my bus and bust down money

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

Drive around with a 3 inch eye scar. i make an observation,

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three