This is a song about "To many cooks"

I just want somebody i can see

I can walk out to so many!

We ain't come for peace, you can bend your knees and pray all day

I make many enemies when my entity comes out to play.

How many verses i gotta murder to,

He the rebel, i'm the daughter waitin' for you

Cause theres been to many lies and im brighter then you

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

How many verses i gotta murder to prove

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

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

And put another half a mil in my bank account

Nigga fuck the black and whites

Cops came to our house many times

Liu kang the way i kick it, bumping wu tang

Many sides to my story just like an octagon,