This is a song about "Millions people dying ww1"

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

People dying all day homicide suicide its just the role of life,

I hear niggas talking bout millions

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

We got money to go get baby

Millions of children, bitch it must be.

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Fifty millions and we're still growing!

Got millions of people ready to die for me

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Dreams what i give ya, schemes to millions

So here i am at the store for some chips

And oh, i gotta find my way

Gangstas dying from day to day