This is a song about "Shit talk"

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Now you also talk shit about money

You try to talk some shit but your diss is garbage, trash

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

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

Now move back over here to the right

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Talk shit to me? get bold n meet my reming-ton

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

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

But all your memos talk about shit like ghetto echos,

So you can talk your shit

You don't mean that, you faggot

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

All that shit and talk is my claim to fame