This is a song about "How much"

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Nobody to tell her it doesn't matter how much she weighs

Believe me i'mma be your god

Damn i forgot how much money he got

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Is how much goddamn pussy you can get at your home

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

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

Ask the crew just how much money you spent

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

At his funeral i pleaded how much he will be missed,

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

Car with no limit what

How much wood could a wood chuck chuck

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

Look how much we've grown apart