This is a song about "Miwaukee bucks"

I take home billions and pay my workers eight bucks an hour,

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Good kids make bad grown ups

Im busy makin big bucks

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

With enough shit to raise your block in one dip

With just twenty five bucks in his wallet

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

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

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

Turnt up like everyday only question which club i'mma hit today

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

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