This is a song about "Counting money"

Money bring pain,money bring gain

I ain't even start yet, this is propane

We brothers forever, to the end and counting

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

To say life goes on, now they're counting money on the table

Every since then our whole city been horrible

Counting on my powers, showers, #i #drop like bausch and lomb

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

Music is money, money isn't music

I bagged it up, put it on the block and couldn't flip

Counting seconds, no second chances i don't have time to spend

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Counting out you aint amounting nowt so please fuck off now leave outta the door

Like my skin was leather madeleatherman louis

I tried counting sheep, but there's one i always miss,