This is a song about "Millions people dying ww1"

I want millions of body bags

And all she wants is to dance

Shoot me? no i'm not dying,

Let my angel sing

Not a moment pass without feel like dying

And getting money is the song i sing

Crimes risen in to the millions,

She likes the way it hits her lips

I keep trying but my closest people keep dying

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

This is the part where we run hip hop

Millions of faces were in shock

Fifty millions and we're still growing!

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Millions of children, bitch it must be.

It's obvious i'm crazy