This is a song about "Husting for the dollar"

We love for a while then a light goes

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

Tryna make a dollar so i chop it to the fiends

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

Every punch need line, for every dollar sign,

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

Even though i never said i was real i steal for a dollar meal

Everything you dojust wanna let you know, how we feel

Imagine walking down the street without a nigga beggin' for a dollar,

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

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