This is a song about "I like you too much"

Or let the mob handle that

I say way too much fucking shit

I beat myself up too much

Its like my freestyle's cleavage

Too much greatness, you couldn't even grasp it

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

Acting like him too much can cause a fight

Watchin the cops roll byit ain't easy... that's right

Dammit i have too much skill

Lady at the frank stand will

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

You left because i gave you too much room.

It ain't where i been

Too much information?