This is a song about "Gimme some more"

But there's more than just some data on the disk at stake

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

Safe with nothing more than a hose and some matches

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Start working and get some more flour

Baby, you know who you are

Buy a dime, maybe more, finish that than smoke some more,

The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score

They calling me often to offer me walls

Drank too much but i still need some more smirnoff,

Gimme my father back gimme my nigguhs back

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

And got a few more years and some tears, this is anyone

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them//

If your mind is on sex you must got esp then