This is a song about "How much syco sucks"

How much longer til i topple you toddlers

A couple dollars harry winston stone collars

Say how much i hate everyone, and then you'll know its me?

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

Rhyming way too much, god this rap sucks

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Where my soldiers at, no longer drug dealers

How much blood was spilled, some thousand liters

If i took a photo imagine how much fucken cash i'd make

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

Damn i forgot how much money he got

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

Put expressions in their music and create the face

Nobody to tell her it doesn't matter how much she weighs