This is a song about "Started with a dollar"

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

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

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

I leave a hater like he lost a watermelon fight

A dollar and tell her to stop it i don't fuhh with boys like

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

I started with an armor that's aligned by a thread

Tryna get a holler from the almighty dollar

Gliding through the skies as the slow minds wander

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

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

Imagine walking down the street without a nigga beggin' for a dollar,

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Started out a winner obsessed with cold hearted killers

No longer do i freestyle, money for the strippers