This is a song about "Every"

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

Every girl running hard.

When every line mimes every rhyme and even more ain't too much.

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Im destroying every race every gender from here to new lender,

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Im your every single sin in life, and every single little vice

Smell the dirty stench obsessed wit every

Shout out to sha money, signed me in a hurry

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

And every single weapon you have

And i would beat 'em every single minute, week, every night,

You headin' to his car for some sexi pass by, can't hold back tears inside

I don't know, obviously i disappear

Writing rhyme after rhyme every year