This is a song about "Millions"

Dreams what i give ya, schemes to millions

So here i am at the store for some chips

She likes the way it hits her lips

I hear niggas talking bout millions

But when he is up rapping in front of millions

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

There soul to satan to make millions whats it to

Millions of children, bitch it must be.

Shit with our whole family

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Eat you like i eat millions of civilians,

Make millions go missin now thats magical

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol