This is a song about "Charlotte rogers"

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

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

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.

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

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap

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

We don't ever make love

[b] rogers, yeah really no bluff