This is a song about "Lab hypothesis how many open doors"

Thinking "how many have i killed?"

Real nigga, that's just how i'm built

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

What you took and called back, how many dead presidents

Shit how many time's we've said this before

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Now count how many times i said pork, talk and fork.

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

It's surreal how many bitches kill before the beat would seal.

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

Shout out bobby on hundreds

I dont care how many words,

Basically no one fazes me, it amazes me how many fakes believe

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace