This is a song about "8 mil"

Inequality promises

But you hate them navel kisses

It smells like "8 mile",all the way,

Underrated some would say

10 mil thats all i want

Snitches here don't got no heart

Who only care about chilling with a blunt and making a mil/

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

We both teenagers with the same mind state

(8 second instrumental break)

Incinerating melody

It ain't hard to make money

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Psycopathic vengeance matter?

But we should be body to body

Everybody (everybody)