The Somewhat Ambitious

A Milli’ by Lil’ Wayne a.k.a. Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr. a.k.a. Snuggles

Lil’ Wayne has here produced a dense and multi-layered text with an excess of subtle references and well-placed metaphors. I attempt to unpack certain of A Milli’s lyrical complexities after the break.

[Vol. 1, an analysis of Prince's self-descriptive 'My Name is Prince' can be found here]

Young Money, Ya Dig
(Dig what?)
A millionaire, I’m a young money millionaire
(Lil’ Wayne has a million dollars in freshly minted bills)
Tougher than Nigerian hair
(Oooh, and that’s like concrete!)
My criteria compared to your career this isn’t fair
(Nor are they two variables that can be sensibly compared)
I’m a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed
(I… always thought that was normal. Perhaps not if it happened to Lil’ Wayne)
Through the pencil and leak on the sheet of the tablet
In my mind ’cause I don’t write shit, ’cause I ain’t got time
(Lil’ Wayne is too busy to actually work on his rhymes. I presume he’s otherwise occupied with “ho-ing”. And suchlike.)
’cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the all mighty dollar
(After further clarification, it appears Lil’ Wayne is busy pursuing a career in accountancy)
And the all mighty power of that ch, ch, ch, ch chopper
(Lil’ Wayne has diligently saved his money up and now has a helicopter. Well done, Lil’ Wayne.)
Sister, brother, son, daughter, father mothafuck a coppa
(Lil’ Wayne is related to several members of the police force. He appears to be ambivalent about this fact)
Got the Maserati dancin’ on the bridge pussy poppin’
(There is no possible way you can make this sentence make sense)
Tell the coppers hahahaha you can’t catch ‘em, you can’t stop ‘em
(This section could really deal with a few more proper nouns)
I go by them goon rules if you can’t beat ‘em then you pop ‘em
(And would it kill him to include the occasional definite article. This is an interpretative nightmare.)
You can’t man ‘em then you mop ‘em,
(See Spot Man. Man Spot, Man)
You can’t stand ‘em then you drop ‘em,
(I say Mr. Wayne, you throw simply the loveliest garden parti-AIEEEE!)
You pop ‘em ’cause we pop ‘em like Orville Redenbacher!
(Turns out Lil’ Wayne was actually talking about popcorn. And here I was thinking he was going to kill a man)
Motherfucker I’m ill
(Lil’ Wayne pleads for medical assistance)

A million here, a million there
(Money! This appears to be a recurring theme)
Sicilian bitch with long hair
(Lil’ Wayne is friends with women from all nations)
With coke in the derriere
(Especially if they have smuggled drugs into the country via their rectums)
Like smoking the thinnest air
(Well I guess it’s better than cigarettes)
I open the Lamborghini hopin’ them crackers see me
(Oooh, that’s me! I’m a cracker!)
Like look at that bastard Weezy
He’s a beast, he’s a dog, he’s a motherfucking problem
(I’d never say such hurtful things about you Lil’ Wayne)
OK, you’re a goon but what’s a goon to a goblin?
(I’ve got the best deals anywhere!… On further consideration, Lil Wayne probably doesn’t play WoW and therefore doesn’t understand that reference)
Nothing, nothing — you ain’t scarin’ nothing
(I was just trying to be friendly)
On some faggot bullshit call him Denise Rodman
(Oh yes, Dennis Rodman definitely needed to be further feminised)
Call me what you want bitch, call me on my sidekick
(I shall call you Trapezius Westerbury, Lord of the Dragons)
Never answer when it’s private, damn I hate a shy bitch
(As my mother always said, never say “hate”, it’s rude. Say “intensely dislike” instead. “I intensely dislike a shy bitch”)
Don’t you hate a shy bitch?
(Um… yes?)
Yeah I ate a shy bitch
(Mmmm, cannibalism)
She ain’t shy no more, she changed her name to my bitch
(Ahhhh, cunnilingus. I get it now)
Hahahaha, yeah, nigga that’s my bitch
(Don’t let Lil’ Wayne perform oral sex on you)
So when she ask for the money, when you through don’t be surprised bitch
It ain’t trickin’ if you got it
(Lil’ Wayne expresses his solidarity with the feminist movement)
But you like a bitch with no ass, you ain’t go shit
(Hahaha. So true! If there’s no ass then where does the shit come from! Oh Lil’ Wayne you are such a wit)
Motherfucker I’m ill, not sick
(Oh, ok. Don’t worry, put the stretcher away boys)
And I’m OK but my watch sick, yeah my drop sick, yeah my glock sick and my knot thick
(Lil’ Wayne’s goods may all be faulty, but gosh darn if he can’t tie the shit out of a length of rope)
I’m it!
(Tag!)
Motherfucker I’m Ill!
(Yes, you most certainly are)

There is another stanza, wherein he badmouths many of his hip-hop contemporaries before claiming to have made our bowels “loose”, but I’m sure we get the idea. In summary: Mr. Wayne is rich beyond compare, yet suffers from an undiagnosed malaise that he treats with bitches. We can only assume his penis could beat me in an arm-wrestling match.

Sigh.

/Luke