This is a song about "Plenty"

Plenty of wrist slashing n' scrapes affects the groans,

Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

Im willin to be the villain, i been to hell its plenty fun,

It's the way we've adapted, though fuck it i made it happen

Don't you ever try to diss anyone, it's plenty fun,

And if i wasn't high, i'd probably try to blow my brains out

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

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

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

But somehow it made them listen

With plenty of money and women

I got plenty bum bitches watching from the deep end.

They worship the ground i walk on, though i'm harder than cement

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

Simeon smoke plenty green and addicted to rippin beats/