This is a song about "5 dollars sucky sucky"

For clockin dirty dollars

Tryna be some mobsters

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Resurrected your spirit, with lyrics for top dollars

Im sensing the scent of a verse, ur cerebellums emitting a tenth of my words

Americas in debt, but we turn around and give egypt, millions of dollars

Whatchu hollering, gotta pay rent, bring dollars in

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Resurrected your spirit, with lyrics for top dollars

And see i grew up poor, i probably didn't have two dollars,

Little women be mommas, little niggas ain’t fathers

Everything is subject to change like broken dollars

A few hundred dollars and some reviewed proverbs