This is a song about "Making millions of dollars"

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

Millions are driven to federal prisons, what goes on in the heads of the victims?

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Besides, i'm the one who's going to be making millions some day, not them.

The fluid on my eye falling while i do the rhyme

My shit is full of it spending money ten dollars a dime

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

But when he is up rapping in front of millions

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

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

We're barely making dollars at our peanut jobs, close to me,

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

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

Wow cowards millions of lives gone brilliant what kind of mutant would do that

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap