This is a song about "Made talk"

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

I just don't wanna talk

Only real niggas stay on top

The hate and the evil that you gave mei shine as a reminder of what you've done to my people

I'ma rap deep you just talk burble i shot ma fiend off of me which instead made me much dull

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

I keep to myself but i'll talk if u talk to me

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Couldn't hurt a fly, yet you talk all slang, your rap made up,

Tick talk clock ticks provoking focus

She can make a pimp fall in love

I visualize they day we talk

Okay man you do the drop