This is a song about "Million dollar fancy cars"

When you're sittin' on the top, it's hard to hear you from way up here

A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich that's just how i feel

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

Pssst... psssssst... aiyyoare you afraid to die, or do you wanna live forever

But astronomer is just a fancy word for moon starer

Look another day another fucking dollar

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

And got poppy seed fields with million dollar bills

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich that's just how i feel

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

When bret hart meet brett farve

The master of this rap shit

Making dollar bills out of music