This is a song about "Too many cooks"

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Too many situations, too many people getting famous

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

I do too many drugs, and i have too many habits

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

Too many fucking days wasting my life

I burnt too many brain cells down,

Baby doll, check it out: i get around

Cause you be lookin fatter from eatin too many peanut butter pancakes

I would always keep a strong pace with a long face thinking of all the song names

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

A story too familiar for too many brooklyn residents

Too many thoughts, cant make up my mind

For that paper, i'mma grind

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

There aren't too many, that can say-