This is a song about "Shit talking and fighting"

You don't mean that, you faggot

I swear they talking shit

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

And i'm keep on talking shit as long as i got both my jaws

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

I'll just be talking shit about my own shit

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

Sperm made you. so keep talking shit and this knife will fade you.

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

Ye too, but what em did was silly

And since you were talking filthy,

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Gave myself a new birth and another shot at fighting,