This is a song about "Count my money by the millions"

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

Start piling up the body count, man im the blood thirsty count,

Weed up, better make a sound

The girl give me da head count

Make fun of your dealings with my millions on fallon/

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

But it's still cool just to dream man because

Plus the lives of millions who just had enough

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Won't stop stealin pride till my ego's worth millions

Fuck it! i go until my 40 millionth encore

We can make millions, but what the fuck for?

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Count the hour if their biological clock is slowing by the hour

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy

Second line & (ayo son pull the shades down and lets count this money