This is a song about "Counting money"

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

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

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

We brothers forever, to the end and counting

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Counting numerously on this fuckin website usually like it's usin me,

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

You fall asleep a sleep so deep you're just counting sheep

Every since then our whole city been horrible

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