This is a song about "Dollar"

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

Your bullet points so hollow they could probably pierce body armor

Melting pennies an painting copper ill sell my soul if you give the dollar

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Tryna get a holler from the almighty dollar

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

It's the rap monger, rap monster earl sweat attack, conquer

Every punch need line, for every dollar sign,

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

100 million dollar nigga, nigga say my name

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

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