This is a song about "Jared rogers"

I'm trying to go psychological with the rogers to shoot ya inside ya nose

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

They say will rogers never met a man he didn't like, obviously he never met you.

I'm in east rogers park, in a lab coat and a suit

All my niggas get together to gather loot

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

[b] rogers, yeah really no bluff