This is a song about "Oliver palmer"

I spit dope lyrics, then people think i'm buck at the top,

And i keep a fly girl like jenny from the block

Hoping wes snipes make my life a bit different

His name tag is lit up, i can see his name is philip

I buck bastards who think they're bachelors

They slowly showin they colors

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Gotta give my parents a bang for they buck

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

Yea i need buck thats my fuckin problem

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

These lame crooks just tryna make a quick buck off of faith,

Before i buck lead and make a lot of blood shed

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

Fuck you i'll buck you you suck too

Real motherfuckin g's, this one is for you