This is a song about "Trap master selling dimes at a time"

You busy selling eighths to make a profit

Double m-g not to mention we got that

Ya selling dimes , every bang i make is like a parking fine

Now i'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Quarters, dimes, nickles and a hottie named penny

Bringing paper home an dimes taylored, but my effort an time was the fortune maker,

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Because back then i wasn't a master

One word at a time, i liberate/

Most bitches, niggas call gone real or fake

Committing crimes, fucking dimes, doing time.

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

Where i say many rhymes at a time,

And now these hoes are on my line