This is a song about "So much for that"

So much nut like i came for three

So gon' and be my dealer baby

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

Trickin’ shit for kids and you know i dont need no cereal

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

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

So much for being on duty cops, hah!

To liberate yourself, africa

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

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

So much green and it's entirely for me and these fiends,

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

Cause that topic is, used so much, that you can say its been overdone

Hittin' curbs and blastin' erick sermon drunk off english bourbon

So much pressure on the poor with financial problems aint that pleasant

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked