This is a song about "Hittin bills"

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Hittin' prime time like channel 5 specials

Pimpin' this shit up, hittin' ho's, yet respect for my momma.

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

I'm an automatic spittin bullets hittin the listener

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

See these little niggas rappin' to rap, man i just happen to rap

Think you're hittin harder but your shit is just a bitch slap

Everyday counts when you're this far from the bills

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Hittin you ventrally and stayin away like you had leprosy/

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Hittin me with shade, worst than lebrons fade.

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Pg, riverdale, largo, temple hills

The chills, the kills, these hundred dolla bills