This is a song about "Millions"

There soul to satan to make millions whats it to

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

Its like my freestyle's cleavage

Millions that can't manage,

Gotta just keep on rolling

Fifty millions and we're still growing!

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

Crimes risen in to the millions,

And millions of homeless people back home

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

Dreams what i give ya, schemes to millions

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

I want millions of body bags

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks