This is a song about "We count this money with our hands"

Until then we can live with our scarred aches

I'm back on these highways moving cakes

If we focused on our problems like we did on getting money, you'd think we'd get somewhere honey?

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

They don't know about our broken hearts and this city we created

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

N it's pivotal we keep it real with our spiritual

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

I welcome with my hands,

Second line & (ayo son pull the shades down and lets count this money

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy

Polo draws to package up my package while i'm packin in this passage

Gonna lose our football but we weren't to shabby we also did this challenge

Never really been into the ice

We blind, we can't see this with our eyes/