This is a song about "Arron rogers"

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

I'm in east rogers park, in a lab coat and a suit

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

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

Don’t you be holding back, your love

[b] rogers, yeah really no bluff