This is a song about "How much curtis is a fucktard"

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

You a bitch homie how much for a dick suck?

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

Look how much we've grown apart

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

How can i be a prophet with so much imperfection

How much is enough for you, if only you control the price

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

If i took a photo imagine how much fucken cash i'd make

I don't fear death

How much i stabbed and press.

Girl i don’t want to rush tonight

But didn't know how much pride

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

No matter how much you suffer