This is a song about "Too much food"

Catch you up on places i've been

Too much information?

Too much on my plate joseph fuck you

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

I'm love stoned and i could swear

Too much money to care

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Too much rim make the ride too hard

Im washin off another plate

So much hate know it's too late

Or the chick leaving

Too much sex appealing.

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

But now its gone too far fame brought too much ego

To much killing around too much suspense.

Monday through monday we be cashing checks