This is a song about "Extra"

Y'all niggas act like bitches, stacking riches, extra sets of chromosomes,

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

With gats, extra mags and clips

That was my influence

I'm doubling on my verses just to give an extra burn.

My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn

Left my member's card and now this shit gon have an extra charge

You're my favorite show, any chance i get i try to watch

A pile extra pressure as a test of measure

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Grab and extra clip for the extra bitch who was meddling,

Got indelible colors, only look where they’re buzzing

Cheerfully i say lord take my wife to heaven, thank you for the extra hour

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

And your offense offers hits to be attacked with, you give your opponent extra tactics,