This is a song about "100 dollar bill"

If you felt some guilt when you red this bill

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Heh, now don't go all kill bill

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Tryna get a holler from the almighty dollar

So get yo wallet out and pay the bill.

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

Making dollar bills out of music

I make 100 millions without a robbery

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

100 dollar worth of strong

Wonder where i went wrong

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

Im nervous, pyramids pointing to skies not disguised on the dollar bill you'll find,