This is a song about "Much"

Oh i miss you to much

Cause you've done such

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

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

Go nuts, this instrumental flow much

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

Yea baby i miss you so damn much

Aw fuck y'all! ay fuck the judge

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

To much killing around too much suspense.

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

You just tokin so much

I ain't gone judge

See, every dime scattered meant as much

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge