This is a song about "Dollar dollar bills"

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

Your bullet points so hollow they could probably pierce body armor

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

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

I'm watching the berrics getting head from someone's parent

If you need a dollar, act like everything's pleasant

Getting head counting bread, at the same down time

Every punch need line, for every dollar sign,

Now i am a monster, your rhymes are worth a dollar

So tell em parappa the rapper nigga rap harder

Making dollar bills out of music

At times i like to watch out the latest shit