This is a song about "Milwaukee bucks"

Shit, its stuck, fuck! he made quick bucks, now his fucked up luck fade away.

We ain't come for peace, you can bend your knees and pray all day

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

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

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

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

A couple bucks then give a fuck of some

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

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

Shout out my nigga miles

Im busy makin big bucks

Just by sitting around i would made some thousand bucks...

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Shit its sounding like a million bucks..