This is a song about "Charlotte rogers"

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

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

[b] rogers, yeah really no bluff

Pocket racked up all big faces

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

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

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

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

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