This is a song about "To much bullies"

So y'all can cope n' touch

Oh i miss you to much

To much to see,man im going insane

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

Too much money to care

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

Done showed you to much skill damnit when i get to confessing,

That i'm sharing in the force with the cyclops staring

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

Oh i miss you to much

To much drugs in the bloodstream,

For thinking you clean

Trying to much like i'm in a rush

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Then these bullies fight back and hold some glass to his brothers neck

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead