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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

But i leave at that on paper, don't go to people and talk smack

I call em up, they might fall through

Wanted too much from you

But it might lead to that r2d2, the mobsters creep through

Too much on my plate joseph fuck you

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

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

Im like whats up, he says your too much of a og for this place, now leave before i smack your face,

Foolish, i be on that new shit

Too much greatness, you couldn't even grasp it

Now you speaking my language

I feel they praisin too much