This is a song about "Extra"

Three dorra extra fo dorra extra if you wanna take that shit home

Until you fucking comatose, i'll leave your broken bones, i'll hold the throne,

So i'm just making sure my verses count for something

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

When you spill out hits

With gats, extra mags and clips

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

They get my usual and give some extra fries too

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

So retarded you forgot your extra fuckin' chromosome

Fuck the multies and extra syllables, cause i got my own flow

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

Free 2pac is all that's on a nigga's mind

When it's repping time, i get on extra grind

And i was in loath, i would never get over you, ever, sarah

Sorry for exceeding the limit it was only 2 lines extra