This is a song about "Ethan flexs to much"

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

Apprently i talk way to much, but.... i like to talk

Man but this ain't no sign language

Been thinking way to much

You need to wake up to much fucking make up

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

Knowing way to much like such

Go nuts, instrumental flow much

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

Sorry to myself for giving so much less

Ive got to much anger

And there's little to be glad for

Have some adultery, baby, don't you go be so childish

Its just to much to risk forget it i'm through with this

Still i'm treating women right, i never had to watch oprah much

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch