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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

But we fighting a war, and this is our only weaponry/

Money made delayed as i cut my wrist with this blade

Where every recipient, property of the state

I ended someones life with these two hands

I got a green bag with them blue strands

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

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

We came to this world with knowing our consequences

The way we used to count up to three

Cause all i want is you, baby

Coz the money of is in the hands of the president

Give me a moment bet the time will be the best, best

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

With this, got their planet back from filthy hands and ravaged their plans