This is a song about "Shiny dollar"

Every punch need line, for every dollar sign,

Motherfuckin' place at the same motherfuckin' time

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

Fast lives inside shiny cars, buyin' bars out when we stars,

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Who earn their cash and blow it all up on these shiny cars,

Tryna get a holler from the almighty dollar

And the games appeal to the struggling youth with no father

Look another day another fucking dollar

It's truly liver, who knew we'd prosper

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Can you see past your shiny clothes and feel your mind get dimmer,

Your friends sees you only as dollar signs.

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights