This is a song about "I got a million things on my mined"

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

Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight

And it's a fact, i got a million of them posses

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Had i not been exposed to these things i'd be on a

That maybe we can slide intobut now you buriedrest nigga

These days i try my best, still got a load on my chest

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

So i got you this present, go in my bank and take a million,

I’m pitchin bitches thats dreamin’ thinking i'm trickin’ chicken

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

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

Iv'e been rapping my flag on about a million stages

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes