This is a song about "Talk ginger people"

Talk shit about the clique,

More money that mean less sleep

But i leave at that on paper, don't go to people and talk smack

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

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

Cocktails, fuckin' toss one in your apartment dog

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Tick talk clock ticks provoking focus

With these macs i've got a bad habit

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

And even if i'm broke, dog

I just don't wanna talk

They aren't the kind of people i like to talk to,

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

Fuck it, they shrink to fit

I talk about real shit