This is a song about "To many begs"

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Ive been to jail so many times i cant keep track

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

There's many sides to this guy, he's a polygon

How many verses i gotta murder to prove

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

Take her back to where i live

Cops came to our house many times

My family influences me to rap in so many different way

Shine up on your soul to keep you safeand all the homies that done passed away

Doing the time for fixin to many sweet rhymes

I stared death in the eyes a couple times

This is how she want to live

Hard to kill, how many more times?

Many are nothing to me now as i figure them out

It's things to know about when you got dough and clout