This is a song about "Many"

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

I do too many drugs, and i have too many habits

And y’all responsible for many, many battles and wars,

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

Hassled by many law enforcement inquisitors

On my mama nigga, i be gone for months

So many massacres, suiciders and arsonists

I've killed so many...

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Any many mini mo

And i made it with that dope flow

Sit back and watch your sunrise

No matter how many tries

Then some lady named billie holiday

Too many guys i already slay