This is a song about "To many cooks"

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

Many sides to my story just like an octagon,

Took off my rollie and got on some audemeer shit

So many problems with this game, yo we got to fix it,

Mind's like an oven, sometimes when i'm baked these thoughts it cooks

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

Too many times in control and i allowed things to run amok,

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Cops came to our house many times

Got the power to many more

I got soul, there's more in store

I can walk out to so many!

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free