This is a song about "Shit talkers"

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

Toilet know literally you ain't shit

I was on some tribal shit...

Fuck it, they shrink to fit

How bout we blow this bit

I searched but couldnt see shit

Or let the mob handle that

Give me it holy shit

Blubber and shit in the cupboard and shit

Now this shit is turning to a habit

Florida, we runnin' this rap shit

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

Look inside my closet

A little piece of shit

Shout out to you shit talkers at my lunch table

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will