This is a song about "A million dollars"

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Anyone who tries me is a fake rapper, no dollars just counterfeit."

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

A thousand dollars for that acer i couldn't trace it

Pop pills and smoke a million kush blunts

Die young, corpse identified by your parents

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

And when i make a million dollars, think i'll give it to dad.

Six and a half million

Think fast, fast women

Million dollars, i been there, 'bout a few times

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

One in a million flash, a rehash