This is a song about "Many paquiao"

So many amateurs

But we still real brothers

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

And y’all responsible for many, many battles and wars,

So many mollys i hurled

Just woke up and screamed, fuck the world

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Too many situations, too many people getting famous

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Many wrongful truths, cults dissolve many converters

No telling how many rappers

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

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

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

I can walk out to so many!

Playbook like a oxford dictionary