This is a song about "Penny loafers"

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

I got the sickest flow, i got your moms seven digits for 1 dollar not a penny mo,

Papah. these hoes be hating give em a penny but

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

Make meets ends picking crops for a penny here and then

And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

I wouldn't even waste a penny on you cause you're worthless

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

Quarters, dimes, nickles and a hottie named penny

Paranoid, sittin in my loafers

Where my, soldiers, my true thug rollers

Not a penny in my pocket all i had was a dream

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen