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

Now u want me no more

I breed 'em like i'm going to war

One day you'll be dead and no more

She leave her hair on the floor

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

I'm too explosive for your ears like i'm throwing bombs

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

We hustle to survive

And focus more on my rhymes.

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

Dippers and pipers, it's sad shawty, but this is life