This is a song about "How much sam sucks"

No matter how much you suffer

I thought i recognized her

Because no matter how much i think

I ain’t saying that i’m finished

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head

I've been misled, yet, no matter how much death, dread or regret,

So if it comes down, may the best man win

How much potential i have, it's confirming/

It sucks when your competition aint much

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage

You other rappers think its about how much paper u stash

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

How much longer til i topple you toddlers

Cant stress on how much i love this stuff.

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love