This is a song about "More than you"

Up in my new two door

You hoard more broads than igor,

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

Because i think i liked you more than you liked me

I got more riches than you fuck more bitches than you

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

One day you will have more than you need "hey!"

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

The words you speak more gentle than a newborn's cheek

You were more special than my paper and pen

Riding around with ms. reece and them

And this will be the song that we sing

I love you more than anything

Time in high school passes way more fast than you expect yo

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though