This is a song about "You talk too much smack"

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

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

There's too much money that you withdrew

That you offer them ones but they ain't let you

Now you speaking my language

I feel they praisin too much

Too much greatness, you couldn't even grasp it

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

Too much greatness, you couldn't even grasp it

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Too much information?

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

And i'mma keep ya fresh

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

Apprently i talk way to much, but.... i like to talk