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

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

My heart races a million miles

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Yeah on a beat i may say things

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

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

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

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

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Rub the wood and ima show em love

You broke my heart in a million pieces.

Roll my blunts fat, i'm finna make a million

And stay focused on the women and you get less done