This is a song about "How many licks"

How many verses i gotta murder to

'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

(i got that hot bitch in my home) you know how many hot bitches i own?

Can't even count, how many times i prayed for his help,

Oh i’m nothing like your home girl expect, expect

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

Hard to kill, how many more times?

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

How many times you lied, come on be frank

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

No telling how many rappers