This is a song about "Plenty"

Plenty of space to park

Blasting out some backyard

The only person by then i'll make plenty bucks/

So i can understand police victims

We have plenty of corners you can accommodate,

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

Y'all wonder 'bout the money, man we got plenty cream,

Watch outwell now they all say that vultures or parasites

In my life ive seen plenty of death and fights

Plenty beef to go around and plenty me to stand the heat

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

My voice is gettin shriller, there will be plenty haters

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

I got them ambitious niggas, stackin figgas plenty