This is a song about "Much"

It's too much work to put up with so much fake,

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

For now everything just seem so right

Ignorance is much worse than homicide

Maybe we cared too much

I ain't gone judge

Wayne scorching, i'll applaud him

Too much information?

Yeah, we get this cabbage

I beat myself up too much

So y'all can cope n' touch

Bout what was in her purse much,

See, every dime scattered meant as much

Its like my freestyle's cleavage

Lv on my luggage

God i miss her so much