This is a song about "To many cooks"

How many lines does it take to leave your ass in defeat?

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Janitors and cooks and guards and tellers, that's bad news,

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

What the fans can't see that mm-mirror gon notice back

Ive been to jail so many times i cant keep track

How many verses i gotta murder to,

She better shed a couple tears when she come through

Bring the battering ram where you live

Hard to kill, how many more times?

I wish i could have 25 wives

Cops came to our house many times

Jay rock cooks rocks on a fuking stove top.

Ey, butt rape on a female cop

How many verses i gotta murder to

About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh