This is a song about "Millions of dollars"

Third ward general, young cash money

Millions of children, bitch it must be.

Singing my life with his words

For clockin dirty dollars

Ever since the terror, we been declarin' gueras to millions of innocents

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

If i don't make that man there dance

I want millions of body bags

It takes a nation of millions, public enemy would spit it raw,

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

Millions are driven to federal prisons, what goes on in the heads of the victims?

Dreams what i give ya, schemes to millions

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

But when he is up rapping in front of millions