This is a song about "Millions of dollars"

I want millions of body bags

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

I need money, a life and riches. trillions of dollars instead of em' bitches.

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

Millions of faces were in shock

Murdered every bod from my squad

Millions of questions inside my head but i found no answer,

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Mami told me son, hold your own

And millions of homeless people back home

For clockin dirty dollars

Talking about the god you serve

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Dreams what i give ya, schemes to millions

Y'all niggas about to feel thisbreak out the champagne glasses and the motherfuckin' condoms

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