This is a song about "Bitches who talk shit"

The home of marvin gaye, that's all i gotta say

I can talk rap, mainstream shit, versace versace

Who cares, walk away, don’t talk you fool

I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

Niggas talk but they know who run this block

Bitch you should see my wallet

So you can talk your shit

And y'all talk constantly, about all of your bitches and hoes,

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

And your raps shit, looking funny tryna talk back and shit

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

I could talk about diamonds and all my bitches and hoes,

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

I talk about real shit

It shows i know a bit