This is a song about "Much"

Pose, click, pose, click

Rap so much, make niggas sick

Now you speaking my language

I feel they praisin too much

I ain't gone judge

You just tokin so much

You can disown him or stone him

Too much information?

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

It sucks when your competition aint much

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

Oh i miss you to much

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

We both teenagers with the same mind state