This is a song about "Thinking to much"

Shes thinking to herself what have i done wrong,

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

Oh i miss you to much

Aw fuck y'all! ay fuck the judge

Your thinking your rhymes are to much for me

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

Too much money to care

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

To much to see,man im going insane

But now invisible cells around your brain

Or is it thinking of my mind about to burst

But still how you niggas i get jacks on the first

I'm thinking i need a friend to drive me home

So i parked in a tow-away zone

To much killing around too much suspense.

Yeah months in every night she's in tears