This is a song about "Brother talking shit"

For talking all that shit damn i'm pretty sick,

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

Talking shit, taunting feels like i'm being haunted feel empty like desserts

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

I better straighten it out, soon as i get to work

Talking bare skin cause i was shirtless when that shit occurred

I'm sick of ya wack crap, talking shit but the fat stacks

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

All you're talking about is gay shit, and fucking a man.

Gucci mane i run the land from africa to pakistan

And we done shed so many tearslost many peers no memories

I'm just saying if you can't say shit then we're not talking, jeeze,

It's all good, finna dog that

I swear they talking shit

I'll just be talking shit about my own shit

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that