This is a song about "Almost had a thousand dollars"

All i want is a couple fucking dollars and a sandwich

When we rumble, it's a catastrophyout for revenge on bitch

My home girl told me i got an issue

There's like a thousand problems to do

But somehow it made them listen

Two thousand one born a son of a gun

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

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

Shits so fire its a one thousand degrees

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

And i feared that my fans say i failed

Had enough dollars, was wealthy raised

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Someone once told me that a picture speaks a thousand words

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

With a thousand latinos! holding rakes with leaves!