This is a song about "How much syco sucks"

Take your hat off and get to cuttin: kung lao on that bitch

Capers vanish paper railroads, that's how much i'm asset rich

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

Is how much goddamn pussy you can get at your home

It sucks when your competition aint much

Lying to yourself, all over an image

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

You a bitch homie how much for a dick suck?

Damn i forgot how much money he got

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

Ask the crew just how much money you spent

That's why i never claimed i was the best

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

Because no matter how much i think

How much i stabbed and press.

Dc has never seen such progress