This is a song about "Much"

But they say we ain't big

Rap so much, make niggas sick

It sucks when your competition aint much

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

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

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Oh i miss you to much

Its like my freestyle's cleavage

They vaguely decipher my language

Never knew somebody i loved so much

They seem too much alike.

Ha! you know what they like

Bitch bickering to much,

So y'all can cope n' touch

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

To much killing around too much suspense.