This is a song about "Bucks"

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

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

Owed the dope man for his productand he swore if he did not pay

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

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

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

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

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Each day you earn only a couple bucks

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Your verse was cheaper then my grandma handin me 5 bucks

Highest form of affection, physical connection

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

We vegetables, on them record labels

Shit its sounding like a million bucks..