This is a song about "Alot"

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

But we can kick it sometime, we actually have alot in common

Your nigga are behind me, am lead with alot of gap

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Alot of people call me young k for a reason.

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

You a buster talking alot of shit

We never tattle, let god handle that

But alot of shit that's happened since then

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

I seems i lost my little homie he's a changed man

We just talk alot of shit kick ass and use slang

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

Not for a cop, hit the slot, pop and chop, i smoke alot

Smoke alot i think i needa cilling fan.

That was six years ago, whips come from japan