This is a song about "More"

That's what rains for

Once a whore never more,

A lil, signed, sealed, delivered

The world around me, more and more blurred

Creative minds do more

Kick in the door

The more i rap the more i kill , the more i kill the more it became a thrill

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

I shoulda gone out more

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

You could give a fuck more

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

Now u want me no more

They fiend in the door