This is a song about "Todd and how rich he his"

That my uncle todd and brother rod went to vancouver

Far as lyrical precision i'm imperial loser

That's how him and his man will get,

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

Another morning he wakes up screaming, how he lost his dreams in

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit

He absolutely put his heart and soul when he spit

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich that's just how i feel

A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich that's just how i feel

When you're sittin' on the top, it's hard to hear you from way up here

And u still wondering how your business is so rich

And you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead bitch

The sun gives light cause it is the window

But that's his fault. i hope he knew how i felt, though.