This is a song about "Talk too much"

But i'm too clever too much better for them to compete

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

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

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

Guess i was easy to hit cause i had never talk much,

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

Too much sex appealing.

I'm the sushi king

We just went there

Too much money to care

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

My hate, it's too much, it's too less