This is a song about "Run ya mouth"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Making me rage, if you keep running ya mouth its gonna start chafing

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

So you won the last one, ya had ya fun fag time to run

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

Like a mouth with dry sockets

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

I dont have a problem puttin somethin shiny in ya mouth/

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

I destroy with my mouth

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

With your mouth open ain't i

The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score

You should of locked up ya mouth bitch now ya lockin your door