This is a song about "To many cooks"

So many times you threatened to leave but you stuck around

But i'm not gonna do that until you begin to pass out

Bad hoes, pure coke, so many paths to choose

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

How many verses i gotta murder to

She gonna dance when that molly through

How many verses i gotta murder to prove

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

Cops came to our house many times

All the time with this glock of mines

How many verses i gotta murder to,

Girl you're my reflection, all i see is you