This is a song about "Much"

Yeah, we get this cabbage

Been thinking way to much

It sucks when your competition aint much

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

Never knew somebody i loved so much

Pose, click, pose, click

Rap so much, make niggas sick

Go nuts, this instrumental flow much

Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage

Don't read into it too much

Its like my freestyle's cleavage

I beat myself up too much

Now you speaking my language

God i miss her so much

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