This is a song about "Too much of nothing"

Cause everybody else did it i had to save face

Cause he's too much of disgrace, he didn't love me in the first place

Guess the heat was too much, like the arse of the popes children choir

Type of chick that only dress in something that’s designer

Never agree with that message

I beat myself up too much

Maybe we cared too much

I ain't gone judge

Yeah, we get this cabbage

I feel they praisin too much

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

There's too much of slime stuck in my life

Dammit i have too much skill

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

They make their livin off crazed addictions with stacks of cash it's too much to count, shit