This is a song about "Multiple gigs"

Every bar i spit i'm slippin in these multiple rhymes

Money got me excited, i’m coming four or five times

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

No time to relax, one false move and they get multiple whip attacks

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

At a studio or your funeral, i'm still spitting multiple times

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

Suffering from multiple doses of psychosis mama said i need a diagnosis

Thats multiple different figures

Penncounting pennys over tha years

And broke multiple laws

Best be prepared for the outlaws

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

I own multiple chains, outsource jobs, and ship 'em overseas,