This is a song about "93 cents"

Candy shop 50 cents in my pocket gimme it

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Get ripped in three/ for tryin 2 diss me /put ur 2 ''cents'' in get shot like

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

When people pass by the homeless, not giving any cents

While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends

Makes no sense but my two cents are dispensed off the head with no structure

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

When we vent, we wouldn't give you 50 cents

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Fifty cents your favorite rapper man, no wonder you're fed up

Gonna poke that pussy with my spine

Huh, got to get better with time

20 cents and a ball of lint

If i lost you be patient