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

To much killing around too much suspense.

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

Like who said they’ll always have my back, let no one talk smack,

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

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

Pussy and patron that's some great advice

Wanted too much from you

Raised by a momma who, who

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Fuckin' beat the shit out of him, watch 'em talk smack after,

Maybe we cared too much

Cause you've done such

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

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

You're starin as well cause you too were in tune

You left because i gave you too much room.