This is a song about "I need a dollar"

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

Get a one-dollar raised and thinks i can’t handle it,

Tryna make a dollar so i chop it to the fiends

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

A dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came with that's just how i feel

Hella proper, my garment is propeller of chopper

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

A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich that's just how i feel

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

Squeezin' a dollar from a dime when i haven't a single cent

It's lopsided like a aa college student trying to undertake a d1 scholar

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

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

Nah, a dollar might just make that lane switch that's just how i feel (nah)