This is a song about "I love too much"

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

When i was young i saw too much strangers

I love her,but damn,she brings too much trouble

Just intentions to impress you, if capable

Cant stress on how much i love this stuff.

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

When i ate too much onion chutney

Third ward general, young cash money

You're uncool like my mother kin

Too much information?

What i really like to do is live, love, eat, play, rap, make love too.

My niggas'll probably clown me if i told 'em that i kissed you

Think that i put too much on my tray.

Real shottas, fuck ya foreigners stay

Dammit i have too much skill

For real, a nigga ill