This is a song about "Crisp bills"

Stressin bout these bills and money like every night

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

I'm on my grown man b.i you see why

Movin, eyelids low cause my bills too high

No sneak dissin or get fried up crisp by the heat ray

Im that you would go and steal my heart away

The bills kept raising the stress, i remember waking from bed

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Or just relax in brasil and payed no bills,

Neglectful dick to restless bills i'm feelin' taken with anger

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

Making dollar bills out of music

Many disasters with any bills what matters

My niggas never block, i think i'm barry sanders