This is a song about "Many many monkies"

Many chances are given; looking back many see what they should,

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Cuz i got too many stacks

Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters

Many wrongful truths, cults dissolve many converters

I run circles round these niggas' world like saturn

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

But i ain't get to see you today

Too many guys i already slay

So many amateurs

Know just what your worth

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

I dont care how many words,

Forgotten by many, cheered by some,

500 at the villa ain't no problem