This is a song about "I got enemys got a lot of enemys"

Never been a nigga more intricate with the wisdom

And tell where a lot of niggaz got they whole style from

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

And i got a lot from pushing a lot of product

I got a lot of haters.

The richest place on earth

She pray to god every night hoping that he'll mature

Just a little push and i got a lot of pull

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

Still on my grind, got a lot of kids at home

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

I got a lot of shit inside that i don't know how to release,

I got a lot of plans that were in itself master pieces

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

I got a lot of them, watch me back 'em up

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck