This is a song about "Less"

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

In reality you less.

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

So with less and less you to live, what am i

Baby i’mma mess, mess

Skill starts to show less and less

Dc has never seen such progress

I want more nothing less

I don't fear death

Express stress expect less

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

And i confess that i'd stress out less,

Spending her time with him i guess

Cause her sorry little ass couldn't care less/

And a little less painful

Ha, that make it hard to be faithful