This is a song about "A dollar store"

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

Squeezin' a dollar from a dime when i haven't a single cent

Leavin' the strip club with stitches and half a dollar,

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Go to the house store, spend a little more, but fuck it

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

Get a one-dollar raised and thinks i can’t handle it,

Trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

And im dumb enough to steal condemns from a store!

Right now at 23 i ain't mad at them reds no more

Imagine walking down the street without a nigga beggin' for a dollar,

Your bullet points so hollow they could probably pierce body armor

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

Maybe youll get a dollar or two there,and get paid