This is a song about "Not wanting to shut up"

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

Wanting to leave but always coming back to mary jane

Cause you didn’t play the game right

Wanting to run away and hide

Shut the fuck up, im not impressed.

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Want to learn shut the fuck up and quietly sit

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

Shut the fuck up all those critics, because we've chosen to speak,

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

You're 'bout to fuckin' meet him, homie, shut up and zip it boys,

What a mess! but we clean in the club

If i tell you to shut the fuck up

Cause i got the burner in the hand

Shut up cunt your bout to get slapped