This is a song about "Talk too much"

Too much rim make the ride too hard

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

Knowing you can no longer party

Ended up drinkin too much bacardi

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

I beat myself up too much

But now its gone too far fame brought too much ego

Denim front been still kickin' ten zero

Wanted too much from you

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

They vaguely decipher my language

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

Too much information?

Through thick and thin

Maybe we cared too much

I ain't gone judge