This is a song about "Do not talk"

You not all that--i do not listen to the radio

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

Not everything we do makes sense when we do em/

Here i go again, falling in love again

My heart beatsechoes into the cold streetswhere nightmares and darkness begin to meet

They talk to me saying all i should do is kill,have sex and smoke weed

The sins just do not quit.

Wit my kin that i came in wit

*original lyrics. do not steal*

My fame's no mistakesince the deal

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

I do it better with not 3, not 2, but all alone

Talk about jesus, you're not as famous as him

Flowin' like i'm in poker, you never know my emotion