This is a song about "Big bucks"

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

This stuff's like a fixed up pick-up you got for six bucks

These wussies pretending to stand big

Saying fuck a nigga quick, quick

Each day you earn only a couple bucks

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

I take home billions and pay my workers eight bucks an hour,

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

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

And i wish i had #420 bucks in my back pocket