This is a song about "Thinking too much"

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

Rhyming way too much, god this rap sucks

But now it's more declare

Too much money to care

Don't want to be the king

Too much sex appealing.

Too much information?

Catch you up on places i've been

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

To much killing around too much suspense.

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Dammit i have too much skill

So y'all can cope n' touch

I beat myself up too much

Raised by a momma who, who

Too much on my plate joseph fuck you