This is a song about "Girls talking shit"

Keep talking shit you'll be enslaved,

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

Now i see you talking on the phone to all the other girls,

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

Make room for the groom married to his music

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

Or never say never though i admit

Supernova is always talking the shit

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

Pass me that bong, inhale, astronaut flow, space jam

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

Talking bare skin cause i was shirtless when that shit occurred

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

I'm explicit while you're shit ain't talking a little bit