This is a song about "Dollar"

Every punch need line, for every dollar sign,

Of a nigga that don't give a fuck about time

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

Of impactful things one can ask for

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Tryna get a holler from the almighty dollar

Leavin' the strip club with stitches and half a dollar,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

I told her she wasnt worth the dollar i spent to fuck

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

Get million-dollar bonuses from paying 'em minimum wage,

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

Your friends sees you only as dollar signs.