This is a song about "I ride with too much auto tune"

Just too much to handle, with no one to blame

To this day, the game, will never be the same

Too much rim make the ride too hard

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

It's too much work to put up with so much fake,

Where every recipient, property of the state

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

With another, little fucker who's had way too much to drink?

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

Had too much curry but got lucky, i sullied the sponge equipped

Dammit i have too much skill

Lady at the frank stand will

In this life you dead wrong or ain't living right

I keep a blunt with my fourty when im down to ride.

I can ride my bike with no handlebars,

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops