This is a song about "I love too much"

When i ate too much onion chutney

It ain't hard to make money

Its like my freestyle's cleavage

Because times are slim, and i risk too much.

I feel they praisin too much

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

So y'all can cope n' touch

I beat myself up too much

You left because i gave you too much room.

Turn a good vagina into a typhoon

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

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

When i was young i saw too much strangers

Better yet they work my every nerve