This is a song about "I got much m"

Got so much truth in me that i can't fake my plans

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

I threw my pair on the lightpole because of him

How i ever got in so much pummelin',

Got so much beef i could start three new arby's!

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

Luda moved digits after he moved bitches

And i got too much problems to deal with

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper

I bit my lip so much i got a canker

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

When i got too much to handle on my mind.

Like keep grinding boy, your life can change in one year

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...