This is a song about "Girls talking shit"

They'd only be happy with a minstrel actor

Instead of shit talking, i just cut the chit chatter

I hear you talking all that fucking shit man,

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

Bout' those alien girls you met down the pit, talking bout' living in your pants, wow.

I lead on record's dedicaton for makin' better music is now

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

Why fake natives' talking bout shit they ain't never had,

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Talking shit, taunting feels like i'm being haunted feel empty like desserts

I better straighten it out, soon as i get to work

Talking bare skin cause i was shirtless when that shit occurred

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Aint concerned with the shit talking and the chitter chatter

Talking a lot of shit as my head worsens

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits