This is a song about "Bitches talk too much"

You bitches just spit so much hate

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

Too much information?

Wayne scorching, i'll applaud him

Apprently i talk way to much, but.... i like to talk

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

They talk about the clubs and the benz and ratchet bitches,

Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss

To much killing around too much suspense.

A coward dies a thousand deaths

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Guess i was easy to hit cause i had never talk much,

Too much sex appealing.

Money ain't a thing