This is a song about "Gettin too much guap"

Too much information?

Where god at? i need to call him

And we gettin so much dope , niggas think its free

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

Bought a brand new car for my after party

Ended up drinkin too much bacardi

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

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

Too much money to care

They be like where

Tonight you're gettin' christened too, bless the mic, spit the truth,

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

They seem too much alike.

He got hit up that same night

So y'all can cope n' touch

Maybe we cared too much