This is a song about "More"

I ain't happy with the score

And five days later, maybe more

And bad bitches give me head and tell

I killed more time, more crack to sell

Get the best progress more

You see i gotta go to war

So tell me why are we at war

Maybe we shoulda listened more

Listen, uno papi chulo bout to show you what you been missing

Everyday more lazy killing, everyday more crazy tripping.

I breed 'em like i'm going to war

Now u want me no more

No more money, no more fame

You just tryin' to run game

When i have so much more

Girl, what you grabbing cash for