This is a song about "I got millions of dollors"

But when he is up rapping in front of millions

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

I got a lot of haters.

Know just what your worth

Put my trust in my god

Millions of faces were in shock

So all that other shit you on dead, burial

Make too much for medicaid, that's millions of people,

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

I'm spillin' millions of illnesses and i ain't no hypochondriac

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

I make 100 millions without a robbery

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

I hear niggas talking bout millions

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

I want millions of body bags