This is a song about "Hittin bills"

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

Money stacked to the ceiling just as quick as it dispense

Never had a chance to try

On my ride on the bills baby i

Hittin it twice for the listeners an get em to say

She said i'm her hideaway i get her off like a holiday

Hittin' up a few raves hopin' i might misbehave

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Many disasters with any bills what matters

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

A disease, involves me hittin that green

Come see real niggas on my team

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

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

Hittin' prime time like channel 5 specials

Amen, they say you only live once