This is a song about "Pain is too much"

Too much information?

Or babies they raisin

When i lyrically diss you with my vocal cords, you say no, no, restart that flow is too much

Because cancer has the answer to every offensive and defensive punch

Ended up drinkin too much bacardi

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Too much rim make the ride too hard

A working genius, a work of art

I feel they praisin too much

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

Its like my freestyle's cleavage

Don't read into it too much

They seem too much alike.

They loved the sight

I been feeling so much pain

Down in dallas at the all-star game