This is a song about "Dollar"

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

Look another day another fucking dollar

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

I'm the mouth of the district, nobody work harder

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

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

Making dollar bills out of music

I'mma treat you like my whip

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Leavin' the strip club with stitches and half a dollar,

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

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

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt