This is a song about "Joey dollars"

Americas in debt, but we turn around and give egypt, millions of dollars

Im sensing the scent of a verse, ur cerebellums emitting a tenth of my words

And see i grew up poor, i probably didn't have two dollars,

Where there’s minimal conscience and there’s thousands of choppers

To war with the coppers

For clockin dirty dollars

Call it bubonic, getting all the dollars and

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

You won't survive the night a million dollars baby i bet cha

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

A thousand dollars for that acer i couldn't trace it

Love lockdown like i am some sort of faggot

Resurrected your spirit, with lyrics for top dollars

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Simply unable to afford four little pills that cost only a few dollars

I know my shit better anyone on this damn earth, curse this place, it's worse