This is a song about "Getting too much money no sleep"

Throw your money in the air

Too much money to care

From sucking too much dick

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

I feel they praisin too much

Never agree with that message

I beat myself up too much

Its like my freestyle's cleavage

To much killing around too much suspense.

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

Maybe we cared too much

Just too much to handle, with no one to blame

Get the heat ready then i give them that flame

Ended up drinkin too much bacardi

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see