This is a song about "Thomas more"

Sure runnin' like i'm heavy hardcore

Maybe we shoulda listened more

Slice one up, slice two more

Or something that you paid for

And five days later, maybe more

I ain't happy with the score

Lower than my credit score

Why they begging for some more

Of impactful things one can ask for

// [you (don't hurt me no more)]

On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard

The world around me, more and more blurred

Look, viewin life from the 36th floor

Gold chains, watches and more,

The more i rap the more i kill , the more i kill the more it became a thrill

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will