This is a song about "Less"

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

And i confess that i'd stress out less,

On the road less taken

Top ranked, number one my son

But less than 1% plan it,

Could be applied to this shit

I don't fear death

Express stress expect less

I'll snatch your girl if you're slipping

Everyday less special people kissing,

We priceless, skip bayless, we pay less/

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

I'm hoping i confess

Nothing more and nothing less,

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

Cause her sorry little ass couldn't care less/