This is a song about "Thinking too much"

Couple grand when i rock the night

They seem too much alike.

Rhyming way too much, god this rap sucks

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

They're always thinking too highly of themselves

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

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

Dammit i have too much skill

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

Seems very intensely, too much damn pop tart

Too much information?

You can disown him or stone him

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

Too much greatness, you couldn't even grasp it