This is a song about "More"

My surrounding always expecting for more

And it's you, can't even front i press ignore

I get called more and more sadistic

Lord forbid, for the good kid

Threw 70 bands, bet 50 stacks, oh fuckin well

I killed more time, more crack to sell

Everyday more lazy killing, everyday more crazy tripping.

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Slice one up, slice two more

I ain't happy with the score

No ho, acquainted with the floor

// [you (don't hurt me no more)]

I've been prosecuted for terror because my minds sick and ill/

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

The world around me, more and more blurred

My shirt, purple label my shirt