This is a song about "Dollar"

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

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

I told her she wasnt worth the dollar i spent to fuck

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Regardless to all them, i appease her

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

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

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

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

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

100 million dollar nigga, nigga say my name