This is a song about "Dollar sign sillouhet"

Your bullet points so hollow they could probably pierce body armor

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

I know you're mad, but so what

Slit your hand, sign this in blood,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Can i borrow a dollar with your permission?

I'ma sign before i fucking lose it peace

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

There a sign of excellence,

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Now that you’re gone, gone, gone

100 dollar worth of strong

Your friends sees you only as dollar signs.

Wale they call me tiger stripes

Looking up, waiting for the right sign

Ball out, ball hard, you can't cause it's rent time