This is a song about "Cents"

Made the bed, gave me head, "here's eighty cents, go pay the rent",

Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

Condense your two cents with abundant rhymes dispensed

Shouts out to st. louey, swag champ i got the belt

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

I don't need your two cents, 'cause you make no sense.

But let me add fifty cents to the wishing well

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

If you try to sell an album it just won't #make #cents

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

When people pass by the homeless, not giving any cents

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

Fend for yourself, learn how to defend your cents

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends