This is a song about "Plenty"

At twenty eight i'll have plenty of taste

But they sold jello in the paint

My voice is gettin shriller, there will be plenty haters

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

Plenty of wrist slashing n' scrapes affects the groans,

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

With plenty of money and women

We have plenty of corners you can accommodate,

Hoping i could learn a bit 'bout how to give and take

I'll moon walk it if i'm truly in your heart

Ritualistic and plenty hard

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

Chiefing plenty doobies due to the increasing revenue

So all that shit you niggas kicking we ain't worried about

And i'm not saying it's all good there's been plenty of hurt throughout