This is a song about "Much"

Bout what was in her purse much,

So y'all can cope n' touch

I beat myself up too much

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

Never agree with that message

You just tokin so much

God i miss her so much

Lv on my luggage

Ive got to much anger

Doctor made her fatter

Go nuts, instrumental flow much

Its like my freestyle's cleavage

Don't read into it too much

Yeah, we get this cabbage

Too much information?

Go where you ain't been