This is a song about "75"

You in lame in real life, but real g on the track

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

I guess you're the reason women earn 75 cents to the dollar!

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Then keep your change like an oink machine

Wash. heights roamer on the scene

(i know it's short but the class planned a cipher

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Cause them hoopin' ambitions was where it's at (uh)

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Dreams of balling like spalding up until i was thirteen

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

Realized it ain't for me now i'm turning on to rap

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

Sugar coated bars sweeter than a kit kat