This is a song about "Fuck all that talking"

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

All the girls call me ugly, and the ones that wanna fuck me

All you're talking about is gay shit, and fucking a man.

Them ignorant thrashing mothafuckers is my gang

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

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

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

But hey, thats okay, ill end this battle off with fuck the stray we all know that

And not say shit about it on the next day don't do that shit. fuck all that bullshit

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

And that trash was crazy cause we were all lazy as fuck

Minimize all the talking you don't know who i am

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

Fuck all you niggas that try and discredit me , i'ma live a life and when i

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry