This is a song about "Much"

Ive got to much anger

I pipe in and one night her

To much killing around too much suspense.

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

Couple grand when i rock the night

Ignorance is much worse than homicide

Yeah, we get this cabbage

Been thinking way to much

Bout what was in her purse much,

Never agree with that message

You just tokin so much

Man but this ain't no sign language

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

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

I feel they praisin too much

Its like my freestyle's cleavage