This is a song about "Dollar bills"

I have mad skills, i have stacked up mad bills.

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

When you spill out hits

Belly full of paper bills

Can i borrow a dollar with your permission?

You just working with the scraps you was given

Many disasters with any bills what matters

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

I understand they need to go out and pay the bills,

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

Making dollar bills out of music

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Look another day another fucking dollar

Everyday counts when you're this far from the bills

So here i am at the store for some chips