This is a song about "I got a million things on my mind and your not one"

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team.

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride

I sigh, in my heart, a million soldiers just died.

I don't want you to have my permit yet

Now i'm the last one,i got a price on my head

And your mind and my words run into like a collision

Or any type of suitable living condition listen

Took a piece of a ripped paper and a pen and wrote off what was on my mind

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

My rap isn't fast but i have been the coldest

I got money mind and money on my wrist

I got pissed one day and threw piss on a guard,

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard