This is a song about "Too much talking"

Too bad, that's the beer talking

I'm up early in tha morning

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

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

A coward dies a thousand deaths

To much killing around too much suspense.

There's too much money that you withdrew

And if i gotta settle for a piece of you

Aw fuck y'all! ay fuck the judge

I feel they praisin too much

Spending too much time having rocks for sale

Rebound slow you down but you gotta exhale

I dont' know what i'm talking too.

And while you doin you

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message