This is a song about "Many"

Then some lady named billie holiday

Too many guys i already slay

That try to chase these skirts

I dont care how many words,

Many signs of potential and originality

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

So many massacres, suiciders and arsonists

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

So many amateurs

Ybm and emp it's like we brothers

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Many written, seldom heard

So many kids are hungry,

It ain't hard to make money

So many times i see

My slight fo's just talk dirty