This is a song about "Too much of nothing"

I can't let go of her, she means too much to me to do that shit

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

I feel they praisin too much

Trying to give them light and a message

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

I feel like my life was in too much of a rush

Though keeping track of where justice's just too much

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

What is it the looks? or are you too much of a cream puff

My hate, it's too much, it's too less

I just play my part make moves like chess

Bun b, i’m underground king

Too much sex appealing.