This is a song about "More"

I got soul, there's more in store

You could give a fuck more

I ain't happy with the score

I shoulda gone out more

I killed more time, more crack to sell

Imitated out-of-toners wasn't going well

Who did it before

God give me one sentence more

The more wealth the more tore felt.

Ever since my daddy left

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

Lay ya ass down on god's green floor

Aint no room for one more

Lower than my credit score

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Get the zippo and spark the shit