This is a song about "Dropin dimes"

Slicing up these dimes with no form of submission.

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

It seems so meaningless, ain't even making dimes

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

I quit smoking dimes to free my inner mind

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

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

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

Committing crimes, fucking dimes, doing time.

Just the perfect time, just to master mine

Punch lines i'm tapping bitches who only be dimes

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

What we gotta do to survive

I find dimes like nine - five

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

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live