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

But i'm too busy trying to show the world i'm a saint

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Its easy on tv make them believe what they be seeing

But there's too much trash in this bitch, get to cleaning/

Get yours; you know what this about

Just to show my love too astound,

Just too much to handle, with no one to blame

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

So much feelings to feel,this a hard times

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Spittin like i have too much emphasis in my words,

Too much information?

Or babies they raisin

I have nothing to show for it, except this rap poem,

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them