This is a song about "Bills"

Busting off, tryna touch the sky

Movin, eyelids low cause my bills too high

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

The chills, the kills, these hundred dolla bills

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

We can't relax, 'cuz i gotta help my parents fuckin' pay their bills,

Many disasters with any bills what matters

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

Or just relax in brasil and payed no bills,

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Put bills under the mattress to turn me to a dreamer

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

I claimed all these bills, with a little beginner's luck

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup