This is a song about "Dimes"

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

Keep coolin', pour wine and dine all these dimes i see

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

It seems so meaningless, ain't even making dimes

Biggie sewin’ gators to impress the dimes

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

Ya selling dimes , every bang i make is like a parking fine

"he bout to rhyme on riding dimes again?"

I don't care what it did to them

These chalance give me balance

Hindsight, dimes and fame, expensive things/

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

Playing pong with my dimes, making paradigms but oftentimes i'm spitting rhymes