This is a song about "Talk alot"

Let me see you walk

I just don't wanna talk

Alot of people call me young k for a reason.

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

But, damn you write alot. too bad it's a waste, punk,

What it means to know your momma or your father on that pipe

But its alot on my mind so imma put it on this song tonight

But we can kick it sometime, we actually have alot in common

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

It takes work and alot of dedication to make history,

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

Your nigga are behind me, am lead with alot of gap

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

Spit alot, spit so much could be car fluid