This is a song about "Poop dollar"

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Look another day another fucking dollar

Your friends sees you only as dollar signs.

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

Was tricked to sit on poop, by some puke-able asshole

They don't care for you, they want a quick dollar,

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

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

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

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

The devil at the dance hall thirsty for a partner

Making dollar bills out of music

You dropped outta college, you can't pay shit

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude

You couldnt make a belemic puke on a piece of fuckin corn and peanut poop