This is a song about "In cents"

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

I don't need your two cents, 'cause you make no sense.

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

But let me add fifty cents to the wishing well

Makes no sense but my two cents are dispensed off the head with no structure

Put that shit on whatever, we running another summer

But let me inspire someone who can

Their cents i dont really give a dam

Candy shop 50 cents in my pocket gimme it

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

Fifty cents your favorite rapper man, no wonder you're fed up

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Fend for yourself, learn how to defend your cents

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

When people pass by the homeless, not giving any cents