This is a song about "Holla dollars"

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

You need money holla at ya boy honey

Went and bought two sixty twos, at the same damn time

Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line

And i feared that my fans say i failed

Had enough dollars, was wealthy raised

Then you're screwed like bottle caps, holla back and listen,

They ain't grossing a million liquid, don't form an opinion

Dollars can't keep u out of debt

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread