This is a song about "F mil"

A green bill on a yellow hat, soon worth three mil how bout that?

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Talking about the god you serve

F u are my favorite letters

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though

Then ima trouble you, i spit a killer f-l-o-w

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

Just bodied versace, they not me so f them

I turned down a quarter mil to pitch a mobile phone

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Flexin on these haters, f-flexin on these haters,

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

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

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill