This is a song about "To many cooks"

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

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

Ive been to jail so many times i cant keep track

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

Many overrated rhymes to mock where should i start

How many times i got to say it for it to count?

Girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

Bad hoes, pure coke, so many paths to choose

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

Many sides to my story just like an octagon,

Tho' memories fadei got your name tated on my arm

Look it something they can't ever see

I can walk out to so many!

How many verses i gotta murder to

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through