This is a song about "Husting for the dollar"

My hat is by jabbia and if you got a fucking problem

Cause you're dumb like the rich people prefer doing his dollar sum.

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

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

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

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

Im nervous, pyramids pointing to skies not disguised on the dollar bill you'll find,

Scholars and scientists now conceive that africa is the first place of mankind

Tryna get a holler from the almighty dollar

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Networking, meanwhile my stomach turning

I need to be sharp for the dollar conquering."

Making dollar bills out of music

Thug niggas, drug dealers, it's a trip