This is a song about "Rap and many man"

So many protests and violations of the laws many were exiled

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Man i can't understand if my life weren't rap,

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

And be alive any many mini mo

So many of us, must be seven hundreds, many proppers and eleven others

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

And any connotation is viewed many ways

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

And y’all responsible for many, many battles and wars,

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

You think that you can rap man? shit,don't make me giggle