This is a song about "Dollar f"

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

Trying to catch me riding dirty

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

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Tryna get a holler from the almighty dollar

Then play you all my latest shit

Making dollar bills out of music

Dedicate my time , to the dollar sign

If they find that stash box just one time

Flexin on these haters, f-flexin on these haters,

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

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

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,