This is a song about "Making money to help pay bills"

Making money was the ideal

Respect still there but ya boy's right here

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

Bills to pay, hungers growing, chills run down my spine like snowing

Got no money to help me sustain. writing these songs has had me

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

I guess, he can barely pay his bills,

Hold it..now thank you for silence

I understand they need to go out and pay the bills,

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

Gotta pay the bills, gotta pay back that loan

Because i'm workin' jobs to help my mom with my lowly pay,

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away

Throwing money up and making it rain/

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne