This is a song about "Brutal trash talking rap"

That was my adrenaline talking

People are starving, you talking bout balling

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Haters talking smack im an innovator rap generator

I could accomplish any task, practicing trash talking in a trance

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

I'm playing cody, smoking stogies, make the rhythm better

I'm talking about the rap game i'll take it next december.

Praise god, it’s hard to stay spiritual

It's me, my honesty's brutal

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

So much class, double d’s and ass

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

You can't face th' brutal honest

Them niggas tippin' good girl but i can make it flood

Im a brutal motherfucker with a taste for blood