This is a song about "Holla dollars"

Had enough dollars, was wealthy raised

Look, just remember how that winning taste

Let's enjoy our younger years

For clockin dirty dollars

Holla at the g-o-d before you d-i-e,

That's the window into the sky

And see i grew up poor, i probably didn't have two dollars,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line

Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time

Real nigga, pardon whoever feel different

Call it bubonic, getting all the dollars and