This is a song about "Anna rogers"

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

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

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

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

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

Hightalking back to the screen drinkin' liquorhavin' big dreams of gettin' richer

She call me daddy like a nigga puff

[b] rogers, yeah really no bluff

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

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

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

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

So eventually, i kept to myself like elsa, while anna sang to, her sister