This is a song about "Many"

So many massacres, suiciders and arsonists

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

I can walk out to so many!

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Many signs of potential and originality

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

I can taste the salt from my tears

Even after many years

So many protests and violations of the laws many were exiled

Wanna "freak like me," fuck adinaup and down is the object, side to side

Shout out bobby on hundreds

I dont care how many words,

Ybm and emp it's like we brothers

So many amateurs

But make sure if they do see

So many kids are hungry,