This is a song about "Million dollar fancy cars"

If you can't see a legend, i'mma make it clear: nigga i'm right here

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

Now i got em on they toes cause my flow hotter

Look another day another fucking dollar

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Niggas is working forever my bars

While in the distance i hear passing cars

I ain't got fancy clothes, cars, mansions, or j's on my feet,

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

And it weighs a ton

Six and a half million