This is a song about "Hittin bills"

When you spill out hits

Belly full of paper bills

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

They're slittin' their wrists, missiles hit, hittin' the picket fence,

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Still hittin plays, thinkin bout the billion

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

A disease, involves me hittin that green

And these are my damaged petals

Hittin' prime time like channel 5 specials

Lightning is striking, water hittin' on my window like ike.

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Everyday counts when you're this far from the bills

I shine like something in the sky

On my ride on the bills baby i