This is a song about "Dollar and daily hardship"

Wishin i can do this daily

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

A dollar and tell her to stop it i don't fuhh with boys like

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

And if i share with you my story would you share your dollar with me..

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Look another day another fucking dollar

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich that's just how i feel

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

These critics ain’t never been poor or experienced hardship,

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

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate