This is a song about "Quarter million"

I am not the only one

Six and a half million

I would never ignore you ‘cause i'm forever loyal

I'm askin' y'all, watchin' quarter niggas go through crack withdrawal,

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Million, maybe, question mark that

4th quarter, how you gon go and take mike out?

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

One in a million flash, a rehash

Brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Roll my blunts fat, i'm finna make a million

Or slowly scissor cut you in to quarter portions to eat

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

It’s a quarter to imminent, ten minutes to infinite

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit