This is a song about "Bucks"

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

I'm boasting, throwing ton of bucks; my flowing holds a double cup

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims

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

I take home billions and pay my workers eight bucks an hour,

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

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

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

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

Young nigga from the bottom and i never had a way

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

This stuff's like a fixed up pick-up you got for six bucks

And finally, everyone got their own problems