This is a song about "Million dollar fancy cars"

When bret hart meet brett farve

Got like a hundred cars

Fancy type of draws drool on a mild pile

It's real dog, i live in the fire

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

But astronomer is just a fancy word for moon starer

My pocket's fat, somebody check my blood pressure

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

'cuz it's so deep in my blood, this the only shit that i fancy

And that ain’t no donnie simpson

Six and a half million