This is a song about "93 cent"

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Cummin' on your ass like i'm droppin' a creep tumor

But i always use a condom my terran aint infected

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Just like my dick, i make my games go long

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

And maybe 50 cent can be put to tht category

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Puttin' bitches in coma's cause of my finger blastin'

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

I got so many bitches my dick is always erected

50 cent jay em was good ask me 2 pac was the real hood

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good