This is a song about "Husting for the dollar"

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Look another day another fucking dollar

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

Tryna make a dollar so i chop it to the fiends

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

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

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

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

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

Pimp of the year, i could smack your father

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

You feel it from your head to your toes