This is a song about "A lot"

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

"you're not an @$$ #%&! you just don't give a damn lot."

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

No know stop, no gods, armed with a crossbow, the lot.

There've been a lot o' rainy days, a lot in my life.

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

These prostitutes i'm lurin' to my chambers, they're a handy lot,

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

//audio recording is very bad i fucked up a lot

We’ve been through a lot

Let me see you walk

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

I know that we cared about each other a lot

Least not by me, that says a lot

One shot make a nigga's heartbeat stop