This is a song about "93 dollars"

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

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

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

Driving you bonkers, eating roaches, yeah: just look at yonkers

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems

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

I ain't being bootsycrusin' in a six-o impala

I wanna kill churches, they take your dollars they claim's for allah,

Whatchu hollering, gotta pay rent, bring dollars in

And her mind is amazing, different kind of connection

Had enough dollars, was wealthy raised

Look, just remember how that winning taste

Tryna flick a pic, 10 dollars says she frames it

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute