This is a song about "Too many cooks"

Im overcautious, too many losses,

Here i go again, falling in love

And screaming i guess them nightmares as a child

Too many thoughts, cant make up my mind

Too many fucking days wasting my life

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Too many rhymes are spat haphazard, that's why i back track,

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

Yeah, i guess there's been too many conversations i've overheard,

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

I think i need some tylenol you got me restless

Too many guys coming after us with menace

With lessons that have no meaning and too many false avatars

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Too many situations, too many people getting famous