This is a song about "Too much guap"

I feel they praisin too much

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

From sucking too much dick

Too much information?

I am my inspiration

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Ended up drinkin too much bacardi

At an extremly alarming rate

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

Too much of everything at one time.

They ain’t got no life ‘cause they always on mine

I know the world been waiting for that

Too much greatness, you couldn't even grasp it

Too much greatness, you couldn't even grasp it

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit