This is a song about "Countin money"

I heard that time is money

Let me rideuntil i get free

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

While you're countin sheep it's me who's creepin through your damn dream

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

But i kinda like your company

Getting to the money

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Dreamed about how i used to be countin sheep

Countin' whom i despise, humans consume with lies

Mine? type: nice. light come off the white ice

Music is money, money isn't music

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Twenty-four carats, countin cabbage, like the arabs