This is a song about "Shit talk"

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

On the freeway to africa 'til i wreck my audi

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

But all your memos talk about shit like ghetto echos,

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Now you also talk shit about money

Either one, dun, long as my digits the same

All that shit and talk is my claim to fame

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

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

I plead with em, the system ain't right

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

Talk shit, diarrhea

Oh, mama got a visa