This is a song about "Thinking too much"

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

Too much greatness, you couldn't even grasp it

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

Seems very intensely, too much damn pop tart

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

Your thinking your rhymes are to much for me

Too much money to care

And never should you tear

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state

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

Too much rim make the ride too hard

So rest your weary heart

Aw fuck y'all! ay fuck the judge

Been thinking way to much

Never agree with that message

Maybe we cared too much