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

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

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

We needin' a change, the drama remains the samei spend my whole life, fightin' myself

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

What preceded was the clue

Wanted too much from you

To much killing around too much suspense.

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

There's too much money that you withdrew

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

Too much greatness, you couldn't even grasp it

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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