This is a song about "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

Every punch need line, for every dollar sign,

Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time

I’m t-raww young nigga i’m the shit

Making dollar bills out of music

They don't care for you, they want a quick dollar,

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

Your friends sees you only as dollar signs.

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

Dedicate my time , to the dollar sign

I be on the highway dirty, crunch time

Tryna get a holler from the almighty dollar

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her