This is a song about "Kids talkin shit"

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Bitch i'll sift your shit and swiftly switch, i'm torturing little kids,

I ain't really into sports, that's just where i'm from

And our kids feel like to them this shit can't happen/

Meanwhile the rich kids are buyin' kush on different shit,

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

If you keep talkin shit, i'll piss on your face

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

I put the nigga in his casket

If a nigga talkin shit

Aint this shit easy, talkin big shit

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

So if it's true '12 couldn't come fast enough

Fake punk, talkin all that shit, you ain't rough

By the water, au revoir to my audience

Kids taking shit and cocky motherfucker's fists/