This is a song about "Millions"

I make 100 millions without a robbery

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

It ain't hard to make money

Millions of children, bitch it must be.

The hitman's job, slaying villains in the millions, fuck maybe billions,

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

The sun rising while you moaning

Fifty millions and we're still growing!

I never fit in with them light skins

Crimes risen in to the millions,

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Relent pawn, u get spent on by your, then, mom cause you're favorite- millions?

Not one j got a pair or more

We can make millions, but what the fuck for?