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

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

That's why i talk about money and what i got, and you ain't even know it,

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

That shit they talk about, keep sayin' the area's rough,

Talk shit about the clique,

Cause talk is cheap

I don't think it is there fault they are all mislead, i evoke fear in there hearts

Lets talk about history..in the 70's morrison once said, that killers lack huge parts

But laughin hard i watch you still talk about the man

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham

Y i word it in dead silence? a defiance to the question

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?