This is a song about "93 cents"

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

20 cents and a ball of lint

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

Condense your two cents with abundant rhymes dispensed

You ask for my two cents

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Giving you my two cents, these days is a nuisance

I don't give two shits and when i do make it you won't even get my two cents

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

Candy shop 50 cents in my pocket gimme it

25 to life and 10 cents from bankrupt

And bijies like im out and

And that's just #two #cents worth, my #two #tens' worst when i #reinvent your #mind quick

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick