This is a song about "Gimi bucks"

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Going to her concert payin for tickets at 50 bucks a pop,

I'm boasting, throwing ton of bucks; my flowing holds a double cup

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Shout out my nigga miles

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

To make a couple bucks in reality i couldn't give a couple fucks killing these

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

Been at work needing the bucks dreamin' but aint been sleeping much

$20 bucks says that a pair of chucks is what i'm standing in

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position