This is a song about "Books a million"

If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

Abandoned throughout the land a million little kids/

Earl boykins i 'm hearing voices i try and listen

Turned a boy into an atheist with life books rewritten/

I'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes

Her smile i was seeking, but she was crying a million times,

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Pop pills and smoke a million kush blunts

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

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

Bout a 50 million skaters screamin faster

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

Taggin the books head shinin like a diamond