This is a song about "Many"

Many written, seldom heard

That bitch was racist, got me fired

No telling how many rappers

I got a lot of manners

So many amateurs

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Where respect is earned, many try.... too many crash an burn,

Is try and fail, clientele the only way to earn

But make sure if they do see

I can walk out to so many!

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Even after many years

Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors

Many wrongful truths, cults dissolve many converters

Forgotten by many, cheered by some,

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them