This is a song about "10 bucks"

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

I take home billions and pay my workers eight bucks an hour,

I don't have to pay bucks to fuck the nice sluts

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Shit its sounding like a million bucks..

Just by sitting around i would made some thousand bucks...

To add to the list of beverly hills victims

Been at work needing the bucks dreamin' but aint been sleeping much

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

Like hoes down in magic city

Artistic individuality

With just twenty five bucks in his wallet

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit