This is a song about "Dollar"

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Dedicate my time , to the dollar sign

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

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

I be deeping her up, said the d is a drug

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

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Your bullet points so hollow they could probably pierce body armor

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

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

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