This is a song about "Too many cooks"

I don't want no fucking crown

I burnt too many brain cells down,

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

I got so many lids, i count way too far

Im overcautious, too many losses,

She need now, she ain't never needed love

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

Too many people around me getting put in a box

A story too familiar for too many brooklyn residents

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

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

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

See that network error far too many times in chrome

Better than college, after that, students home

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

There aren't too many, that can say-