This is a song about "Go talk to your hoes"

Kick to the chest, your ribs go crack

To get them niggas while they laid back

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

And y'all talk constantly, about all of your bitches and hoes,

Why is it when i talk i'm so biased to the hoes

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

My tv stays on cartoon network, fuck that twilight shit

Had to go and talk the business, nigga i gotta' get it

How bout we blow this bit

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

If you want to criticize me,talk to your ass hole,

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

Your son's e.t., he needs to go home

Shit ain’t better alone