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

Its like my freestyle's cleavage

Don't read into it too much

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

Too much greatness, you couldn't even grasp it

Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit

Praying to god i can slide and slip out the devil’s grip

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

Now you speaking my language

Maybe we cared too much

And you, you know what i like

They seem too much alike.

I'm gon remember her, but still

Dammit i have too much skill

Oh your friends are sick

From sucking too much dick