This is a song about "Much"

Man but this ain't no sign language

Yea baby i miss you so damn much

Go nuts, this instrumental flow much

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

Ive got to much anger

How simple they are

Lv on my luggage

Bout what was in her purse much,

I beat myself up too much

So y'all can cope n' touch

Well rick james, maury jane

I been feeling so much pain

Maybe we cared too much

Aw fuck y'all! ay fuck the judge

See, every dime scattered meant as much

With rhyming skills, you in amish village