This is a song about "Making dollers"

Makin em drop/, making em pop,/

Been running around trying find a job

Your eyes are amazing

A ghetto in the making.

This shit has got my soul

For making an asshole

Making you hallucinate you're bleeding aquamarine

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

And my only fear's a wedding ring

And verbally swears the count in making