This is a song about "Excess inventory"

Don't give me any crap talk, there's a lot in excess, i might just travel west

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

Look out below, there is no inventory control

Don't give me any crap talk, there's a lot in excess, might just move west

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

Like checkin' inventory you dont know what's in store

Gorgeous, the funky four horsemen and one more

You are excess,you are nobody to me,you are stranger

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Don't give me any crap talk, there's a lot in excess, might just move west

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

You live life in excess, admit it, you're in it to win it,

We don't need y'all, the fader's who we really fucking with, bitch

Take some inventory, in this gorge there's a ford engine, door hinge