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

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

Too much greatness, you couldn't even grasp it

To much killing around too much suspense.

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Dammit i have too much skill

Thank you for encouraging me to do my thing, and not worrying too much about yourself

I ask mr. west for a lil bit of hope realize us new niggas gotta get it ourself

They seem too much alike.

And girl you damn right

Never agree with that message

Don't read into it too much

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

Here's my heart you can hold it, i won't need it on this road trip