This is a song about "Too much swag"

Fuck it, im leaving

Too much sex appealing.

But it might lead to that r2d2, the mobsters creep through

There's too much money that you withdrew

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

But i'm too clever too much better for them to compete

And before the sun came up, he was gone

But i've got as much swag as a folk song,

As i light one for ill will

Dammit i have too much skill

Wanted too much from you

I'm tryna learn somethin new

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

To much killing around too much suspense.