This is a song about "Shit talk"

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

But all your memos talk about shit like ghetto echos,

You, you, you have to pay for that

Cause i tend to talk, alot of shit

Talk shit get hit, got your chick screamin it won’t fit

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

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

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

With g's in my pocket

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

Fuckin' beat the shit out of him, watch 'em talk smack after,

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

I talk a lot of shit i'm backing it up

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

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one