This is a song about "Boys n bucks"

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

Each day you earn only a couple bucks

And finally, everyone got their own problems

Your verse was cheaper then my grandma handin me 5 bucks

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Im busy makin big bucks

Good kids make bad grown ups

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

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Shit its sounding like a million bucks..

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

I told myself that i would play it cool

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs