This is a song about "Anna rogers"

They say will rogers never met a man he didn't like, obviously he never met you.

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

I try to tell them i'm one of the

West side, zone 1, who want the anna?

Babbling with no manners, singin' like anna, when she first sang to her sister

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

I'm trying to go psychological with the rogers to shoot ya inside ya nose

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

Open up your contacts then scroll

I'm the one killed anna nicole

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

Anna baby, stay strong, and wipe them tears rollin down your face

I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay

In my basement and abuse a whore, "eat the cake #anna #mae",