This is a song about "Many man"

No matter how many tries

Picture me lettin this chump survive

Too many situations, too many people getting famous

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

So many mollys i hurled

I woke up screaming, fuck the world

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

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

I can walk out to so many!

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

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

Many wrongful truths, cults dissolve many converters

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Man you gotta do something man

Them niggas newbie bang