This is a song about "Less"

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

Your less shocking than a socket,

I'm hoping i confess

I couldnt give a fuck less

And i'mma keep ya fresh

My hate, it's too much, it's too less

Carefree i don’t need the stress

And i confess that i'd stress out less,

On the road less taken

Something wicked this way come

In reality you less.

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

They're makin the game's rep less

Baby i’mma mess, mess

Yes sir, please confess

And completely response less