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

More and more convincing myself that i wasn't sure

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

And seek it one more time

But check out how i roll mine

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

With what was once original style becoming more and more commonplace.

I'm not afraid no more

Something worth dying for

With more & more rap material, i got you and ya moms

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

This wisdom his drive ain't deprived more and more guys arrive,

Good kids make bad grown ups

And get me some more drugs