This is a song about "Money talks bullshit walks"

Clear of any bullshit

She got that good good

You gone make me flip then split your shit

I'm getting sick of the bullshit,

I must go like fly route

Laughs at you and talks about

Bolt up my door lock, been hearing money talks

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

I remember bumping jesus walks

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Your mom walks in and says good morning

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Radical larry, party, and bullshit