This is a song about "Talk too much"

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

Wanted too much from you

Puffin’ on that garlic, cigar full of marley

Ended up drinkin too much bacardi

Must be a lady in tha light

They seem too much alike.

I'm gon remember her, but still

Dammit i have too much skill

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

Spending too much time having rocks for sale

If ballin’ was a crime, i’d be in jail