This is a song about "Ill come talk to you"

This nigga, look at this fuckin' nigga lips, dog

I tried my best to be there when you wanted to talk

High heel wearer, hell of a body

You were gonna come to me

You try to talk some shit but your diss is garbage, trash

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

Ill do more work then lesters cattle, come back you wanna battle, lets didi

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

If he tries to come at me ill put out my .9 millimeter.

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Pay you to talk yet you make no fucking sense

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Control, your hoes, you let her talk to you crazy

Now let me talk to you son,

When it's all said and done