This is a song about "The dollar general"

I guess you're the reason women earn 75 cents to the dollar!

Though, everybody's on me like the milli beat partner

Kneel before general zod this planet's krypton, no asgard, asgard

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

Melting pennies an painting copper ill sell my soul if you give the dollar

One bullet to the brain, forgive my sins and alli didn't mean to be a bother

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

Dedicate my time , to the dollar sign

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

C.r.e.a.m over niggas! get the dollar machine!

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

Won't settle or meddle with that sergeant general

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble