This is a song about "People talk shit"

You can talk about me but better not say shit

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

That shit i dont like talk shit but won't fight

And if the sky fall tonight, we all be alright

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

And your raps shit, looking funny tryna talk back and shit

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

All talk like they'd attacked me well, shit..i guess im rowdy

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Rappers talk shit, they got no lines like cordless mobile phones,

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

People i'd talk to, there's some i ain't seen in forever

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

Now you also talk shit about money

Well, i can handle that

I talk about real shit