This is a song about "Thinking too much"

Too much greatness, you couldn't even grasp it

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

So much hate know it's too late

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

I'm hoping i confess

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

Maybe we cared too much

Yeah, we get this cabbage

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

They're always thinking too highly of themselves

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

Been thinking way to much

Watching for the cops that's moving through

There's too much money that you withdrew