This is a song about "Close ur damn mouth"

"you were malcolm, its not even close"

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

From the projects to the penthouse

Why dont you just shout your mouth?

I'm hurtin ur feelins and burnin ur ass ur fragile like glass

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

You cover your pretty mouth

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Memories, yeah, i hold em close,

Rip ur head from ur neck and laugh as ur body twitches like terretes,bury ur

As long as when the check came they got first dibsnow brenda's belly is getting bigger

I got more gold, shinin in my mouth

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house