This is a song about "Dropping dimes"

Go inside the mind, you will find the mine

Committing crimes, fucking dimes, doing time.

I always buy nicks although i would rather only buy dimes.

In the hood im well-o over they head sometimes

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Dropping bombs without the mortars faster than mexicans

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

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

Since i quarter dimes in order n' preach crack in holy water

When the present so powerful where the hour seem longer

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

Punch lines i'm tapping bitches who only be dimes

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Original can grill a steak that'll get the panties dropping,