This is a song about "Husting for the dollar"

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

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

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Every punch need line, for every dollar sign,

And all that time with your friends put my momentum on decline

My sim card's the bomb

100 dollar worth of strong

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Not even a dollar or 2 for a rock fix

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

I need to be sharp for the dollar conquering."

Fuck-nigga-ass hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

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

Hella proper, my garment is propeller of chopper

Tryna get a holler from the almighty dollar