This is a song about "So much to say"

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

So much more to life than rhyming by the syllable

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Me so much that i'm torn to pieces

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

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

But i've said sorry so much, to her it's all lies

Why can't you see you mean so much to me?

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

I guzzle up at the bar

So say hello to the new star

It's too much work to put up with so much fake,

Now a nigga got baking to bake

But yet i have so much to say

When love comes callin', don’t look away