This is a song about "Dollar"

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

I guess you're the reason women earn 75 cents to the dollar!

Every punch need line, for every dollar sign,

Just the perfect time, just to master mine

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Melting pennies an painting copper ill sell my soul if you give the dollar

And if i'm down with this banging shit

Making dollar bills out of music

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

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

Tryna get a holler from the almighty dollar

I'm the mouth of the district, nobody work harder

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

C.r.e.a.m over niggas! get the dollar machine!

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream