This is a song about "Millions"

Millions of faces were in shock

But it don't matter i'm a cool shot

And served it to the public on a silver platter

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

Equivalent to the millions

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

I hear niggas talking bout millions

So here i am at the store for some chips

Make millions go missin now thats magical

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

Crimes risen in to the millions,

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

I make 100 millions without a robbery

My city's culture to the game now in existence

So now they making millions off of prisons