This is a song about "Much"

Bout what was in her purse much,

Never agree with that message

Too much money to care

Let me hear that beat, air

Rap so much, make niggas sick

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

Trying to give them light and a message

Don't read into it too much

Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage

Go nuts, instrumental flow much

I would freak out so much

I ain't gone judge

Oh i miss you to much

Aw fuck y'all! ay fuck the judge

So y'all can cope n' touch

I beat myself up too much