This is a song about "Dollar bills"

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

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

Stressin bout these bills and money like every night

If doing it is wrong, i don’t wanna be right

Belly full of paper bills

When you spill out hits

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Everyday counts when you're this far from the bills

Yea dank weed pays my bills, feeds my tummy

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

Dedicate my time , to the dollar sign

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

Look another day another fucking dollar

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Paying bills, shopping, and obsessing over winning