This is a song about "Blunts flat bills"

Small, but you talkin' big

Im loaded, blunts loaded

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Or just relax in brasil and payed no bills,

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

I wasn't stopping 'til i got the bills

It's roc nation, this my team

Murdered you on the flat screen

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

The chills, the kills, these hundred dolla bills

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

And i'm not about to let my lyrics become flat

Im loaded, blunts loaded

My bitches fuck me good