This is a song about "Lot of wana bes"

Look, now roll my j tight

Pour a lot of cyanide

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

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Like "loot at me!", yeah that makes a lot of sense

Lot of feelings, just trying to eradicate,

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

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

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

Momma say, you making me lose pay

Pulled a lot of doubles along the way

It's a long quest and i gotta lot of stress

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

We dig the plot and never bury pot

With a lock - in the back of the parking lot