This is a song about "Dollar"

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

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

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

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

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

Your bullet points so hollow they could probably pierce body armor

D.c. about to blow, we know cause we the guillotine

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

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

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,