This is a song about "Million pounds"

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

Roll my blunts fat, i'm finna make a million

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

Gained a hundred pounds to be a fat white chris rock,

Like taking off a sheer hundred pounds of nothing but weight,

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

What up girl, tell me how you been

Moving pounds wit aggression

Cracks what i'm flippin and i'm shippin it in fuckin pounds

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

Million, maybe, question mark that

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat

Spend so much mula, checks in the million

Just to match the grind with precision

140 pounds, 5'6 from the ground

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round