This is a song about "Let them talk"

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

So bring all your whores, let me tell them the score

Talk and walk like them niggas that don't

After every show, a dream she hold

When they here today what you say to them

I don't even talk to them on the phone again

Let it go keep them calm,

That's word to my mom

Never talk onto them,

And do i need to mention when

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

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Show them how it's done then i let them do the rest