This is a song about "A million hearts"

Mayweather, even i had a fight in a week, i make a million,

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

What we gotta do to survive

My heart races a million miles

Sent to earth to poke catholics in the ass with saws

I here your thoughts and my hearts hot like a burning cross.

Abandoned throughout the land a million little kids/

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Six and a half million

Can’t you see just how long my run

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Bout a 50 million skaters screamin faster