This is a song about "Dollar f"

And then along came the wrong man for her

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

Leaving a jaw in awe unable to f-f-f-fucking comment.

Bitch niggas be afraid to speakwe the last ones left

Where you belong with your family

The d-a-v-e f the mothafuckin g

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

But i just can't stand how f***** up the whole world is

How could i not blow? all i do is drop "f" bombs

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Whipping white and baking soda, at the same damn time

Dedicate my time , to the dollar sign

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

It's lopsided like a aa college student trying to undertake a d1 scholar

Cars? got to whip it out

When she f***in' turns around