This is a song about "Many many monkies"

So many protests and violations of the laws many were exiled

Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind

Playbook like a oxford dictionary

I can walk out to so many!

So many massacres, suiciders and arsonists

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

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

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

I dont care how many words,

That try to chase these skirts

And i been all around the world

So many mollys i hurled

Many wrongful truths, cults dissolve many converters

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

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

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood