This is a song about "How many pills have you popped in a day guarenteed not as many as mac dre"

That try to chase these skirts

I dont care how many words,

Too many of you whinny kids coming off as assholes,

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

I influence many, as rhymes come and go it goes around continuous,

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

How many lines does it take to leave your ass in defeat?

I said ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique

He had many losses in a land of violence gleaming.

Where you gotta give up your lifestyle for everything

Thinking "how many have i killed?"

Real nigga, that's just how i'm built

It dont offend me, how many joints you hit

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit