This is a song about "Thinking too much"

If you know like i know, you should lie low

But now its gone too far fame brought too much ego

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

Rhyming way too much, god this rap sucks

Its like my freestyle's cleavage

I beat myself up too much

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

But i'm too clever too much better for them to compete

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

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

Too much sex appealing.

About the way i'm feeling

Spending too much time having rocks for sale

Cause i'm out on motherfuckin bail

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

Been thinking way to much