This is a song about "Dollar"

Stressed out, cos' i'm gone

100 dollar worth of strong

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

See, i like the person that you are

Every punch need line, for every dollar sign,

On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time

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

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

Tryna get a holler from the almighty dollar

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

100 million dollar nigga, nigga say my name

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

A rapper with a vision beyond dishes, 5,000 dollar fishes.

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick

Making dollar bills out of music