This is a song about "Bitches talk shit"

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

Razor grips, laser spit

I talk about real shit

So you can talk your shit

After that moscato hit

Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

All these all-talk bitches lust for the title of king/

All that tough talk, nigga we all know you ain't about shit

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit