This is a song about "More"

Everyday more lazy killing, everyday more crazy tripping.

Molested at eleven and she always reminiscing

That's why you'll find her on the floor

Why they begging for some more

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

The more wealth the more tore felt.

No more money, no more fame

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

Sure runnin' like i'm heavy hardcore

My surrounding always expecting for more

You could give a fuck more

Army stance, ready for war

I killed more time, more crack to sell

Breakdancing to melle mel