This is a song about "Girl talks trash"

Bolt up my door lock, been hearing money talks

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Laughs at you and talks about

You could never find out

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

You try to talk some shit but your diss is garbage, trash

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

And when it come to the cash

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Laughs at you and talks about

My father never talks to me

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

It doesn't matter if a rapper talks about all his bitches,

She's a beautiful girl she talks with her eyes

I run the summer, don't plan on sharing prize