This is a song about "How much a dollar cost"

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

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

How can i be a prophet with so much imperfection

Get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section

Nah, a dollar might just fuck your main bitch that's just how i feel (nah)

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

As a kid, i can tell you how much i felt disrespect,

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

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

We'd have you fallin' and now you scrapin' from that kemba shake

If i took a photo imagine how much fucken cash i'd make

Jeah! it's like the whole bird gang's in here, like kurt cobain's was here

A dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came with that's just how i feel