This is a song about "Less"

So bring your best in, and sing less

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

And i confess that i'd stress out less,

Baby i’mma mess, mess

I want more nothing less

Hold my tears i tried my best

It was less to expect

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

And completely response less

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

Dc has never seen such progress

And i'm a just take another guess

Skill starts to show less and less

I'm hoping i confess

This heart burning, wish it hurt less.