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

Ill put all you rappers to shame

Balling, but it’s not a game

Gotta go, let her leave

Come talk to me i'm the chief.

What preceded was the clue

For god to come save you

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

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

And do i need to mention when

You try to talk yo shit again

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

Hov and yeezy, stop the talk, i'm ready to come back home/

That you offer them ones but they ain't let you

Called me a slag but look who you talk to,

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

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times