This is a song about "Too much food"

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

Too much money to care

Early adapters agree they all late

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

Rebound slow you down but you gotta exhale

Spending too much time having rocks for sale

Too much of everything at one time.

And now these hoes are on my line

Rhyming way too much, god this rap sucks

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

But i'm too clever too much better for them to compete

Not only had the fiend died

They seem too much alike.

Too much information?

Wayne scorching, i'll applaud him