This is a song about "Crisp bills"

I wasn't stopping 'til i got the bills

Big said it, more money more ills

Everyday counts when you're this far from the bills

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

Yea dank weed pays my bills, feeds my tummy

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

And got poppy seed fields with million dollar bills

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

Off your favourite flavour packet of crisp

So damn crisp and so damn big

So drop the slam and lets get sick

Many disasters with any bills what matters

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

Stressin bout these bills and money like every night