This is a song about "So much for that"

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

Smoking so much grass, shit, police, time for me to dash.

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

Then there's more for me and i'd like that very much

But real freaky in tha darkplus i got some enemies, baby

For whining and crying for thinking you were so much better than me

But am i less holy

So much nut like i came for three

Poor people get twenty years, so much for created equal,

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

Must be life. no greater feeling in the world

But it was music getting props for words so much deserved

Got so much truth in me that i can't fake my plans

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

But i wrote so much i think that we should get passed that

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back