This is a song about "Don t talk to you"

You be in they call log

I'll be the last to hear you talk,

Flyer then the rest of them

You try to talk yo shit again

Control, your hoes, you let her talk to you crazy

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

I'm just here to have a good time

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

Yo bitch you think you can shit talk to me,

But i think i like that, just maybe