This is a song about "Countin money"

And any connotation is viewed many ways

Countin money all day and we smoke dat bomb haze,

Cause some of you bitches funny

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

Dreamed about how i used to be countin sheep

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

To legitimize the prize money

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

You sleepin countin sheep while im recording to a great beat,

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

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

Don't come around hurr on that floss shit

Music is money, money isn't music