This is a song about "Milli"

Yeah i'm gon' leave with her

9 milli or the ruger

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

We've seen a half a milli dashin out there on the queens half

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

So let me grab the milli and pad with the pen/

Will i ever sell a ticket? will i ever sign for a milli

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Rappers are actors back in the game, just to make a milli,

Jeans sagging down, magazines, milli rounds,

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

How i seen my life being raised as good as a bad day yet i'm still

Fuck splitting up a deal man i got my milli so i need to go and chill