This is a song about "Many paquiao"

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Many written, seldom heard

So many protests and violations of the laws many were exiled

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

Hopin' that my niggas see

I can walk out to so many!

Let's enjoy our younger years

So many amateurs

Many signs of potential and originality

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

I dont care how many words,

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

Ask her address she holla saks fifth

Even after many years

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Went through grievance through many seasons, fought many demons