This is a song about "Too much drinking"

That's aids to the ill

Dammit i have too much skill

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

I'm hoping i confess

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

When i ate too much onion chutney

That means two, between me and you

There's too much money that you withdrew

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

Too much greatness, you couldn't even grasp it

Too much information?

I love all the inspiration

Small, but you talkin' big

From sucking too much dick

Spending too much time having rocks for sale

I'll let out a couple sighs, tell them exhale