This is a song about "Dollar dollar dollar"

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

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Tryna get a holler from the almighty dollar

Hella proper, my garment is propeller of chopper

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

A rapper with a vision beyond dishes, 5,000 dollar fishes.

Nothing but loose change call this phoney #half #a #dollar

But more or less the hope for dope niggas to prosper

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

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

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

Listen to every word that i slur

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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