This is a song about "Rogers"

[b] rogers, yeah really no bluff

Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus

I'm trying to go psychological with the rogers to shoot ya inside ya nose

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

I'm in east rogers park, in a lab coat and a suit

They say will rogers never met a man he didn't like, obviously he never met you.

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true