This is a song about "My bad talkin shit"

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

Waging war for yearsthe crack game wasn't big enough

Bitches talkin shit can't hear em from the sky

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

Shit my rhymes are bad an upgrade is needed to boost this thread,

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

All i find's talkin, cause inside, my mind is

Let's pretend that we're just talkin' 'bout the usual shit,

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Aint this shit easy, talkin big shit

So the ones eye has freak don't run

The green backs in my pockets be talkin

All this bad shit i did be messin up my mind

Go on, look for a better nigga: girl you can’t find