This is a song about "Many paquiao"

Even after many years

These chalance give me balance

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

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids

We hustle to survive

No matter how many tries

Know the niggas quick to spit they actors

No telling how many rappers

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Cuz i got too many stacks

I run circles round these niggas' world like saturn

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

Many written, seldom heard

They call me say, word

Went through grievance through many seasons, fought many demons

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips