This is a song about "Standin talk"

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

I visualize they day we talk

Standin' landin in touchdown,

Petty thoughts could keep your brain down

And my only fear's a wedding ring

So, i'm here. still standin' and trying.

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

But i could give a fuck, bout the shit them lames talk

Yeah, one time for the

Talk shit, diarrhea

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

Maybe your grave,or your tombstone standin straight

Every time that you talk

See what i was taught