This is a song about "Jared rogers"

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

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

I feel my work ain't enough

[b] rogers, yeah really no bluff

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

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot