This is a song about "Countin bills"

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

Countin money all day and we smoke dat bomb haze,

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

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Stressin bout these bills and money like every night

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight

The fence they was on about my rap skills

And got poppy seed fields with million dollar bills

So here i am at the store for some chips

Everyday counts when you're this far from the bills

I wasn't stopping 'til i got the bills

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

On my ride on the bills baby i

They bringing me fish and chips

I guess, he can barely pay his bills,