This is a song about "You eat too much curry"

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

They tell you killing is bad but chimps eat monkeys too; i'm a gorilla

Let's call you hamlet, coz you protest too much,

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

My rhymes pre-cise, i'm too much for you, like weed's price.

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

I feel they praisin too much

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

You're uncool like my mother kin

Too much information?

What were you plannin' rappin' at me, you must've had too much natty

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Had too much curry but got lucky, i sullied the sponge equipped

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit

Too much greatness, you couldn't even grasp it