This is a song about "Dollar"

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

Hella proper, my garment is propeller of chopper

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

Your bullet points so hollow they could probably pierce body armor

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

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

Can i borrow a dollar with your permission?

My talent should take me places i've never been

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

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

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

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

Making dollar bills out of music

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick