This is a song about "Gettin too much guap"

Yeah, we get this cabbage

I feel they praisin too much

From sucking too much dick

Oh your friends are sick

But i'm too clever too much better for them to compete

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

Dammit i have too much skill

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

It's too much work to put up with so much fake,

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

There's too much money that you withdrew

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Too much rim make the ride too hard

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

My hate, it's too much, it's too less