This is a song about "Husting for the dollar"

Tryna make a dollar so i chop it to the fiends

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Not even a dollar or 2 for a rock fix

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

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

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

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

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

I told her she wasnt worth the dollar i spent to fuck

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

I need to be sharp for the dollar conquering."

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

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