This is a song about "I talk about it that s the question"

Not generic from ny, la, the chi, what hood am i gon talk about?

And dusting off the porcelain and open when their cock is out

I never show pain but talk about it thru my words

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

No question that i dominate the game

That´s when i started to rhyme words at the navy

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

It ain’t a question about who’s staying real and who’s not,

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

The neanderthal in, question, naw, threaten me again and i guarantee that

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

And that´s how it has begun

Because he made his decision

Ill get to slap that fucken face and talk about it in my rhymes

I’m a pretty dark person, i’ve though about ending it a million times