This is a song about "The dollar general"

Tryna get a holler from the almighty dollar

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

I'm the general, just makin' sure my soldiers straight

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

Dedicate my time , to the dollar sign

My real fans gon’ ridegot my own shoe, clothing line

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

I'm haunted by the thoughts of being husband, or a father

Bitches only holler for a dollar then they suck the d

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

Look another day another fucking dollar

That's words to my mama, since i wasn't a starter

Im nervous, pyramids pointing to skies not disguised on the dollar bill you'll find,

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind