This is a song about "Lord bills"

He appreciates your support

I'm the only god only lord,

Everyday counts when you're this far from the bills

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

Stressin bout these bills and money like every night

Peace be upon him my lord

All you need is your passport

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

While everybody got ammunition on deck

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

Hospital time and bills that they couldn't afford

Put bills under the mattress to turn me to a dreamer

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Or just relax in brasil and payed no bills,