This is a song about "Milwaukee bucks"

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

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

We vegetables, on them record labels

This stuff's like a fixed up pick-up you got for six bucks

And i wish i had #420 bucks in my back pocket

We never tattle, let god handle that

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

The only person by then i'll make plenty bucks/

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

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

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

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

With just twenty five bucks in his wallet