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

Pocket racked up all big faces

[b] rogers, yeah really no bluff

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

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

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