This is a song about "Dollar"

Now i am a monster, your rhymes are worth a dollar

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

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

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Get million-dollar bonuses from paying 'em minimum wage,

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

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

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Still selling boy and girl, at the same damn time

Dedicate my time , to the dollar sign

Maybe youll get a dollar or two there,and get paid

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

Every punch need line, for every dollar sign,

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

Tryna get a holler from the almighty dollar

Bitch get hit with my ciroc-a vodka chopper