This is a song about "Too much of nothing"

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

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

Yeah, we get this cabbage

Don't read into it too much

Ended up drinkin too much bacardi

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

Though keeping track of where justice's just too much

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

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

They seem too much alike.

At your best you might

There's too much of slime stuck in my life

Becoming someone you don't recognize