This is a song about "Too much"

Yeah, we get this cabbage

I feel they praisin too much

Snitches here don't got no heart

Too much rim make the ride too hard

Now you speaking my language

I beat myself up too much

So i could go help the babyshe could barely speak

But i'm too clever too much better for them to compete

I ain't gone judge

Maybe we cared too much

So y'all can cope n' touch

Don't read into it too much

Seems very intensely, too much damn pop tart

Cause i, am feeling this deep down in my heart

From sucking too much dick

Saying fuck a nigga quick, quick