This is a song about "93 cents"

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

I don't need your two cents, 'cause you make no sense.

While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends

When people pass by the homeless, not giving any cents

It's the rap monger, rap monster earl sweat attack, conquer

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

I’m tryna vibe with ya so won't you throw me your phone number

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

From 93 til infinity, we poppin major drama still

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

Condense your two cents with abundant rhymes dispensed

Gonna poke that pussy with my spine

Huh, got to get better with time

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Fend for yourself, learn how to defend your cents