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

So y'all can cope n' touch

Don't read into it too much

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

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

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

That girl has been hurt too much, and i'm stopping it.

They seem too much alike.

Which you know i'm different, right

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch