This is a song about "All talk"

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Talk about all the wrongs with barley any good things,

Pray to whoever got on the biggest of crucifix

You talk about girls when all you've ever seen is dicks

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

So talk all the shit you want i don’t give a fuck

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

All my niggas talk shit but dey can't kill time

Cuz on the internet, you all talk,

Only real niggas stay on top

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

All we ever talk about is money and prostitution!

All that shit and talk is my claim to fame

Get the heat ready then i give them that flame

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

But all your memos talk about shit like ghetto echos,