This is a song about "Charlotte rogers"

[b] rogers, yeah really no bluff

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

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

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'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

Keep spitting like that, then you will be a charlotte bobcat

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back