This is a song about "Too much dra"

Too much greatness, you couldn't even grasp it

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

I beat myself up too much

Yeah, we get this cabbage

Because times are slim, and i risk too much.

Lying to yourself, all over an image

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

So much hate know it's too late

Dammit i have too much skill

As i light one for ill will

Don't read into it too much

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

I created this image

I feel they praisin too much

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

My hate, it's too much, it's too less