This is a song about "Much"

Lv on my luggage

I feel they praisin too much

It sucks when your competition aint much

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

I would freak out so much

So y'all can cope n' touch

Trying to give them light and a message

Go nuts, instrumental flow much

Now you speaking my language

God i miss her so much

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

Been thinking way to much

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Go nuts, this instrumental flow much

Bitch bickering to much,

Aw fuck y'all! ay fuck the judge