This is a song about "Many"

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

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

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

Too many situations, too many people getting famous

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

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

Is try and fail, clientele the only way to earn

So many amateurs

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Many written, seldom heard

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

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

Too many situations, too many people getting famous

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love