This is a song about "Dollar"

Liberace, john gotti, at the same damn time

Every punch need line, for every dollar sign,

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

And bet this, i'm a mothafucking monster

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

Look another day another fucking dollar

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

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

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

Making dollar bills out of music

Please get hip to that new d.c. shit

My motherfucking doctor said i need a doctor

Tryna get a holler from the almighty dollar

Your friends sees you only as dollar signs.

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines