This is a song about "Too much food"

I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate

It's too much work to put up with so much fake,

They seem too much alike.

The rolls-royce, it’s all white

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

Spending too much time having rocks for sale

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

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

Too much of everything at one time.

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

To much killing around too much suspense.

Park my plane right there

Too much money to care

Wanted too much from you

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo