This is a song about "All these mother fuckas"

No key for release

Sprouted all these money trees

I can keep goin on and on on these mutha fuckas for days.

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

The way she walks and causes a fuss

All these famaliar faces,

These mother-fukas gone pay attention coz im causing tension

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

All these hoes copying chelsea kitchin

My talent should take me places i've never been

Young'n in the fader like laundry

That's why all these bitches frosty.

All these things until they unfold

But for long time i had gone cold

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Got his mother in all black sobbin, at the hearse,