This is a song about "Millions of 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

My shit is full of it spending money ten dollars a dime

Told em it's five quarters so i guess we going overtime

But when he is up rapping in front of millions

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

To war with the coppers

You chase hoes, i chase dollars

No check back, in debt yep

Dollars can't keep u out of debt

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

Make fun of your dealings with my millions on fallon/

And millions of homeless people back home

And don't you bring your camera phone

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