This is a song about "Not in the mood to talk"

I’m saving major loot

Looks like he wasn't in a good mood

About bullshit and the truth not sure which one to believe in

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

I talk to myself in the dark

Oooh, so crude, i tease, when i'm in the mood,

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

But in my loneliness i talk to me;

The fact they talk in bout me

Girl i know you like that, you crazy

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad

Rock supporter, got his cocks in order, they too chicken to talk

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

Look up the statistics, and then reflect your mood