This is a song about "Too much"

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

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

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

Too much greatness, you couldn't even grasp it

So, i’m on some 40 days and night shit

Dammit i have too much skill

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

I feel they praisin too much

Now you speaking my language

Even though she make it hard for me to see you

There's too much money that you withdrew

I beat myself up too much

I created this image

Rhyming way too much, god this rap sucks

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs