This is a song about "I m on my mac book raping away wishing the millions would come my way"

Came from italybellisimo, was tha callyeah nigga i got versace

They say they would shoot the pistol at anyone in my way, in my way

I'll eat you like velveeta when i smother it all on my mac and cheese,

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

I was born at the bottom, on my way to the top

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

The one who i would cherish, and im puttin on my best.

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

Until the day the name engraved on my gravestone fades away

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

Yeah two times on a sunday what a lil brotha gotta em goin one way

And to regain my strength would take more than taking the kryptonite away

It's like sunshine on a rainy day

You look my way i look away

Make fun of your dealings with my millions on fallon/

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them