This is a song about "Making millions"

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

The hitman's job, slaying villains in the millions, fuck maybe billions,

And millions of homeless people back home

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

But when he is up rapping in front of millions

So here i am at the store for some chips

So now they making millions off of prisons

And i'd like to serenade you for every day you

There soul to satan to make millions whats it to

Won't stop stealin pride till my ego's worth millions

And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions

Make fun of your dealings with my millions on fallon/

She vying for number one, tryna be number one