This is a song about "More more and more thots"

Knock u more and more, for your raps are noxious

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

And focus more on my rhymes.

I'm not afraid no more

And you ain't gotta go to war

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Part two and it only gets more ugly,

And get me some more drugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

And some more a couple more times

Just to make it in this broadway lights

So tell me why are we at war

And five days later, maybe more