This is a song about "Dolla hide"

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team.

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

I got a dolla and a dream, real fuckas on my team

//i ain't got nothin' to hide

I’ll be back on the same night

Hide bodies in a wood shed

Give us this day, our daily bread

To throw it all away

Better hide when my bombers play

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Go run and hide your families

I blush and the feel i can't hide

Was he stressing you, wasn’t fucking you right

In a drag it won't end,all time does is hide, hide, hide

Fucked your broad cause my game tight, sit ringside at the main fight