This is a song about "He playing to much"

I’m doin well, i’m just hoping i got your respect

Playing blackjack you're bust and still wanting to be dealt

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

To accomplish what i envision, not playing the right positions

Smoke to much weed to burnt,

I woke up screaming, fuck the world

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

Damn i forgot how much money he got

Could never figure out what time he started to rhyme too mu'fuckin' much

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

My mama smoked so god damn much

Can't talk much cuz he stalk touch

Now you speaking my language

Oh i miss you to much

To continue playing, my spirits never weaken/

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one