This is a song about "Women that talk too much"

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

Don't read into it too much

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

Apprently i talk way to much, but.... i like to talk

Now you speaking my language

I beat myself up too much

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Me/ inhereted too much negitivity/ that a happy life will never be

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

Baby i’mma mess, mess