This is a song about "Bozeman bucks"

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims

Your verse was cheaper then my grandma handin me 5 bucks

With just twenty five bucks in his wallet

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

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

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

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

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

Shit its sounding like a million bucks..

Where you welcome to problems

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

You just need to know i’m comin’, i’ll kill you niggas this summer

The only person by then i'll make plenty bucks/

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

No matter how low you go you're not lowlyand i, hear that you made a few enemies

To make a couple bucks in reality i couldn't give a couple fucks killing these