This is a song about "Too much murder"

Yeah, they all convinced but all for shit

Too much greatness, you couldn't even grasp it

For real, a nigga ill

Dammit i have too much skill

Too much information?

Wayne scorching, i'll applaud him

New york, va, dc, get paid

So much hate know it's too late

Too much sex appealing.

Don't want to be the king

Wanted too much from you

Cause when i make this stew

Too much money to care

I'm love stoned and i could swear