This is a song about "Dollar bills"

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

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

Your bullet points so hollow they could probably pierce body armor

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

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

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Movin, eyelids low cause my bills too high

Busting off, tryna touch the sky

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

Gliding through the skies as the slow minds wander

Paying bills, shopping, and obsessing over winning

But i'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing

The chills, the kills, these hundred dolla bills

Pg, riverdale, largo, temple hills