This is a song about "Jared rogers"

[b] rogers, yeah really no bluff

Mama always told me i’d be famous

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 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

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

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