This is a song about "Rogers"

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

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

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

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

[b] rogers, yeah really no bluff

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

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