This is a song about "Lots of monet"

Lots of internal rhymes here so i'd spit this kind of fast in order to feel the flow:

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

I love you though i'll still fuck

Uh hip hop legend no need to pretend, lots of cash and fame

Cause all i want is change and my niggas they wanted the same

Its never stops even though you got lots of it

Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

While i bombard with lots of stuff and that ain't dots of bluff you bitch!

Any other young motherfuckers who hear this need lots of guidance,

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

It's usually lots of fun to see their souls plunge into the dark,

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

And now he's in a hospital with lots of slits across his wrists,

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business