This is a song about "Too much guap"

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Too much greatness, you couldn't even grasp it

I ain't gone judge

Maybe we cared too much

From sucking too much dick

Go crazy when she hear music

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch

Early adapters agree they all late

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

No, not on top but down there

Too much money to care

Too much sex appealing.

Bun b, i’m underground king