This is a song about "I want millions"

I want respect not likes, i want them checks off mikes

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement

I want yas to seperate i want it to end

I never fit in with them light skins

I hear niggas talking bout millions

I don't want no fucking crown

It's just my soda mixed with brown

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

I want to feel the elevation

Jumped on ma tray and lay ,i eat carrots every day, storing millions in ma cache

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

And it is anything i want and bitch i want it all

Feds get involved, i’m slipping off into senegal

I make 100 millions without a robbery

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three