This is a song about "Bills due"

On my ride on the bills baby i

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

The chills, the kills, these hundred dolla bills

Belly full of paper bills

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

And got poppy seed fields with million dollar bills

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

I have mad skills, i have stacked up mad bills.

Everyday counts when you're this far from the bills

And it’s over for powder ‘cause they movin’ them pills

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Or just relax in brasil and payed no bills,

Gotti here, i’m in this shit

Making dollar bills out of music