This is a song about "Talk alot"

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block

Its fine i get that alot, shit i know i aint hot, doctors keep givin me a shot,

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

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

Alot of people call me young k for a reason.

Dream of a king's been a nightmare for anyone

You a buster talking alot of shit

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

There's a shortage in ur dormant thoughts, u talk alot for a 'sick' writer

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

But in her kind of industry there is alot of lovers

Cause i break it out a lot

I just don't wanna talk

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

No sword tho just rhymes and blunt smoking alot