This is a song about "10 point buck"

But at this point all i could do was pray.

Ambition or nothing thought this would go away

Disappoint lyrically they miss the point

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Yea i need buck thats my fuckin problem

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

My raps can fuck you up while i'm spitting them for buck.

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

Its nuttin to flash, but fuckin wit cas will get you buck or buck n- a half.

My style is on point like a decimal,

A criminal grind mean hustle

My style is on point like a decimal,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will