This is a song about "Husting for the dollar"

People don't condone what they've never seen

C.r.e.a.m over niggas! get the dollar machine!

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

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

I got the sickest flow, i got your moms seven digits for 1 dollar not a penny mo,

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

100 million dollar nigga, nigga say my name

But now invisible cells around your brain

I guess you're the reason women earn 75 cents to the dollar!

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

I need to be sharp for the dollar conquering."