This is a song about "Buck wheat"

That shit was wack as fuck

What the fuck oh its a buck.

I spit dope lyrics, then people think i'm buck at the top,

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Chasing after dough i'm the big fucking buck

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

These lame crooks just tryna make a quick buck off of faith,

Gotta that red dot on yo head call it buck shot

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

This coupe-i'm... in, highway about a buck fifty

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

But you know what

It's how i make the buck,

Talking about the god you serve

I buck bastards who think they're bachelors