This is a song about "Trillion bucks"

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

The only person by then i'll make plenty bucks/

Been at work needing the bucks dreamin' but aint been sleeping much

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

In a single cell as i single out bustin another trillion, what's left to be written,

A trillion years later still controllin the way your simple thoughts flow

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

Shout out my nigga miles

Shit its sounding like a million bucks..

The descendant of reptilian overlords from a trillion years ago

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Your verse was cheaper then my grandma handin me 5 bucks

$20 bucks says that a pair of chucks is what i'm standing in

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win