This is a song about "Excess inventory"

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

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

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

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

The only reason that i put up with this moody ass bitch

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

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

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Chasing your dreams instead of chasing a niggas paper

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

The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score

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

Look out below, there is no inventory control

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

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

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