This is a song about "Dollar"

All this is probably karma, you dishonored the father

Now i am a monster, your rhymes are worth a dollar

Bitch get hit with my ciroc-a vodka chopper

Tryna get a holler from the almighty dollar

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

One bullet to the brain, forgive my sins and alli didn't mean to be a bother

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

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Your friends sees you only as dollar signs.

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Can i borrow a dollar with your permission?

Nothing but loose change call this phoney #half #a #dollar

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir