This is a song about "900 dollars"

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

I'm the enron don, con more dollars than kenneth lay dreams

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

Told me to get a scholarship cause when them dollars flip,

Where there’s minimal conscience and there’s thousands of choppers

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

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

If u keep takin dollars out they pants

For clockin dirty dollars

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Anyone who tries me is a fake rapper, no dollars just counterfeit."

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

And i feared that my fans say i failed

Had enough dollars, was wealthy raised

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Resurrected your spirit, with lyrics for top dollars