This is a song about "Christian talking shit"

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

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

So finally might make sense, when these rappers are talking shit

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you

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

And whack hoes hatin' on key out in public

Talking a lot of shit as my head worsens

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

I'm explicit while you're shit ain't talking a little bit

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Talking about the same shit over, don't care for microphones

Talking shit behind my back will get you smacked

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last