This is a song about "More more and more thots"

Nothing more and nothing less,

Yes sir, please confess

And get me some more drugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Knock u more and more, for your raps are noxious

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Gold chains, watches and more,

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

I've been in here and i'm filling all em more

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

She pray to god every night hoping that he'll mature

More and more convincing myself that i wasn't sure

No more prison and cells

Cause i can't seem to see myself

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

The world around me, more and more blurred