This is a song about "More"

Now u want me no more

And you ain't gotta go to war

They fiend in the door

Get the best progress more

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

I'm not afraid no more

Im seated by the floor

Slice one up, slice two more

Who shows her face no more

So tell me why are we at war

Threw 70 bands, bet 50 stacks, oh fuckin well

I killed more time, more crack to sell

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit