This is a song about "I drip too much"

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

Stacking up the change, but i don't make too much

We did it again last king, ymcmbi don't pay for bitches

And i got too much problems to deal with

I spit rhymes so profound it make your clit drip

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

You left because i gave you too much room.

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

Told you camp lo was my favorite

I say way too much fucking shit

If i do it too much will i still be myself?

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

And i don't fuck around with too much of ya'lls shit

We never tattle, let god handle that

Dammit i have too much skill

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill