This is a song about "So much to live 4"

Hard for you to manage yo bitch give me so much head

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

And wrote this from 4:25 to 4:30, hah

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Dig, these niggas is fake joe

Not right to live alone so

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

So don't live for no reason live to be happy be happy to live, aim for your freedom

Sorry to myself for giving so much less

And i'm a just take another guess

Me so much that i'm torn to pieces

Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

But had to understand that was 4 fools

It's only right we lose greatness at its pinnacle

So much more to life than rhyming by the syllable