This is a song about "Dollar"

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Look another day another fucking dollar

And the games appeal to the struggling youth with no father

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

C.r.e.a.m over niggas! get the dollar machine!

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

If you need a dollar, act like everything's pleasant

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

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

Get a one-dollar raised and thinks i can’t handle it,

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split