This is a song about "Buck angel"

I know you're mad, but so what

What the fuck oh its a buck.

My raps can fuck you up while i'm spitting them for buck.

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

Rose an angel we saw precious,

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Its nuttin to flash, but fuckin wit cas will get you buck or buck n- a half.

We're young and we don't give a fuck

It's how i make the buck,

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

No matter what i try to make a quick buck,

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

You know i need a buck thats my fuckin problem