This is a song about "Lot"

And i got a lot from pushing a lot of product

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

Sweet, okay makes sense

Since i took a lot offense

With a lock - in the back of the parking lot

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

Lucifer's shooting ya, crucified on crucifixes and the awful lot,

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Life can get a whole lot a whole lot messy,

I got a lot of haters.

I’ve never seen my neighbors

I don't think like this a lot

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear