This is a song about "Dropin dimes"

I find dimes like nine - five

Living in a gangsta’s paradise

Hindsight, dimes and fame, expensive things/

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Dimes in my socks the pigs watching like hawks

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Dropping dimes and committing crimes

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

That's your girl, well buddy don't fumble it then

"he bout to rhyme on riding dimes again?"

As i watched watches tick in time, victims crimes for sixty dimes

Money got me excited, i’m coming four or five times

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

Biggie sewin’ gators to impress the dimes

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

While living, at home with mommy and daddy, i sling dimes out the trunk of my black caddy,