This is a song about "Bucks"

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

And finally, everyone got their own problems

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Each day you earn only a couple bucks

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

So i can understand police victims

Shit its sounding like a million bucks..

Nina on my femur is cocked ready for action

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

A couple bucks then give a fuck of some

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

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

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

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

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks