This is a song about "Dont talk"

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

I dont smoke so i let the tree talk

Bitches talk, bitches hate,all that shit dont phase me, truth be told im to fucing lazy

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Nah, aeke's gotta talk to me

Take your time when you’re with me baby

You don't mean that, you faggot

I talk about real shit

Apprently i talk way to much, but.... i like to talk

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

I'll be the last to hear you talk,

Separate us, from what jay brought

And it's still tight, i like when it's real tight

That shit i dont like talk shit but won't fight

When they feel safe on some bitch shit

Dont talk girl im o.k with it