This is a song about "Bucks"

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

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

Shit, its stuck, fuck! he made quick bucks, now his fucked up luck fade away.

I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay

I don't have to pay bucks to fuck the nice sluts

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

$20 bucks says that a pair of chucks is what i'm standing in

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

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

Your verse was cheaper then my grandma handin me 5 bucks

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks