This is a song about "Too much swag"

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

And i'mma keep ya fresh

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

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

I beat myself up too much

Trying to give them light and a message

Wanted too much from you

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Dammit i have too much skill

I feel they praisin too much

Man but this ain't no sign language

Know the time, know what it's like

They seem too much alike.

Ended up drinkin too much bacardi

Walk that body, talk that body