This is a song about "Too much water"

There's too much money that you withdrew

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Too much on my plate joseph fuck you

I'll tell you baby that we're through

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Ended up drinkin too much bacardi

Too much rim make the ride too hard

A working genius, a work of art

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

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

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

Seems very intensely, too much damn pop tart

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

So much hate know it's too late