This is a song about "Buck vs spitz"

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Cus isn't me, vs you producing misery?

I buck bastards who think they're bachelors

Know the niggas quick to spit they actors

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Gotta give my parents a bang for they buck

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Not gonna pass the buck 'cause it's not cannabis

Shake junt, get buck my friends

To increase my ends

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

I'm so loud den dis fucking black cloud! hit u from every directions ma spitz globing around!//

Uh ha, you know what

It's how i make the buck,

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

It used to be all about "west coast vs east coast"//