This is a song about "Have too much feelings to show"

Spittin like i have too much emphasis in my words,

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

But yet i have so much to say

You know we kick it like everyday

The pressure's too much man, i'm just tryin' to do what's best

You're the reason i can stand tall, me and my girlfriend

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

To much killing around too much suspense.

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

All you do is try to bloat, but that don't work when you don't have shit to show,

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

We both teenagers with the same mind state

Just too much to handle, with no one to blame

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Dammit i have too much skill