This is a song about "Say more"

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

I dont even know what ima say any more

No more money, no more fame

I'll never call you bitch again

I'm more flyer than you like i came out of an airport, i still gotta another fly as pun to say

And your performance is important when you use your faceay, she never used to be this way

I ain't happy with the score

I'm not afraid no more

Who shows her face no more

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

I killed more time, more crack to sell

This is heaven on hell

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Need i say more? nah i really don't have ta,