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

I feel they praisin too much

So y'all can cope n' touch

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

You left because i gave you too much room.

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

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

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Ended up drinkin too much bacardi

So drop the slam and let's get sick

From sucking too much dick

Don't read into it too much

Man but this ain't no sign language

Too much money to care

Woah there, woah there

Wanted too much from you

I'm here tryin' to pull you through