This is a song about "Lot of wana bed"

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

And i got a lot from pushing a lot of product

I'm in love with a lady who crazy

You should of lost a lot of that weighty

I can't keep running away

I lost lot of energy today

I have very short patience because a lot of rap's bad

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

You had a lot of happiness but always wanted more of it

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

But a lot of my homies like to tote the laser beams

It just takes a lot of working and time

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

Lot of things i'm getting pissed off about

And i be countin' money till i pass out