This is a song about "More"

I shoulda gone out more

She leave her hair on the floor

Maybe we shoulda listened more

No ho, acquainted with the floor

I ain't happy with the score

Who shows her face no more

I don't wanna live no more

So tell me why are we at war

Aint no room for one more

Who did it before

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

I get called more and more sadistic

That's what rains for

Slice one up, slice two more