This is a song about "Bills are stacked to the roof top"

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

You'll never get to the top with your rotten clothing or are you just posing you

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

I wasn't stopping 'til i got the bills

My swag is to the roof

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

The chills, the kills, these hundred dolla bills

So here i am at the store for some chips

From the gutter to the roof

A far reach from them rap dudes

But in no time a nigga graduated

Top notch to the top, i'm rated