This is a song about "Big bucks"

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

I don't have to pay bucks to fuck the nice sluts

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

I'm boasting, throwing ton of bucks; my flowing holds a double cup

Just by sitting around i would made some thousand bucks...

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Shout out my nigga miles

Im busy makin big bucks

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Been at work needing the bucks dreamin' but aint been sleeping much

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

Shit its sounding like a million bucks..