This is a song about "Many paquiao"

No telling how many rappers

Better yet they work my every nerve

Nigga, fuck the world

So many mollys i hurled

So many amateurs

Know just what your worth

Fuck fame, fuck money

So many kids are hungry,

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

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

What them tippers don't see

I've killed so many...

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Too many situations, too many people getting famous

Many wrongful truths, cults dissolve many converters

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