This is a song about "Much"

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

Been thinking way to much

I beat myself up too much

So y'all can cope n' touch

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

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

Its like my freestyle's cleavage

I would freak out so much

See, every dime scattered meant as much

Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage

Don't read into it too much

Yeah, we get this cabbage

To much killing around too much suspense.

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

It sucks when your competition aint much

Lying to yourself, all over an image