This is a song about "Too much food"

Yeah, we get this cabbage

I beat myself up too much

Them people see my good side

They seem too much alike.

Too much greatness, you couldn't even grasp it

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

My bitches pure thick

From sucking too much dick

Maybe we cared too much

So y'all can cope n' touch

Seems very intensely, too much damn pop tart

Right this minute, they say i'm buzzing hard

Too much rim make the ride too hard

And by the way i'mma start

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

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