This is a song about "Females play to much"

Puttin in work, to much work,

Too focused, one word

Hey cole world, real cold world

Smoke to much weed to burnt,

Play hard to get, females get jealous

Press, they look at me like i'm a menace

Aw fuck y'all! ay fuck the judge

Oh i miss you to much

Too much money to care

Let me hear that beat, air

Bitch bickering to much,

I ain't gone judge

I spit so much at once you have to play back

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

And i didn't know what condescending meant till yesterday

Drainin' enough blood to fill eighty wading pools where kids could play