This is a song about "Can t talk"

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

Real talk/remembered you did a lot for me/ what can i say

Turnt up like everyday only question which club i'mma hit today

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

You can talk all that shit while yo girl give me a blow job

I have no respect for a ghost, you can battle and back talk,

I'm clearly in a different tax bracket now, dog

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

I've gotten sick with talk so lets do this so i can score a streak

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

In fact, lemme pass the mic to man big t"