This is a song about "Making bare dollar"

Tryna get a holler from the almighty dollar

It's the rap monger, rap monster earl sweat attack, conquer

Leavin' the strip club with stitches and half a dollar,

All this is probably karma, you dishonored the father

Nothing but loose change call this phoney #half #a #dollar

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Talking bare skin cause i was shirtless when that shit occurred

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Now i am a monster, your rhymes are worth a dollar

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

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Vicariously get down to ya bare knees

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

It's something i can't bare,

And never should you tear