This is a song about "Talk is cheap"

I pray the lord my guns to keep

The life expectancy don't come cheap

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Why is it when i talk i'm so biased to the hoes

Remember your next life bla bla bla bla talk is cheap

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Making money and living it swell just isnt cheap

Nothing but downhill, now life's a little cheap

But we know all the same people so we got to speak

Yea, you talk like them threats is real

You light-years behind here

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

It's "cop fast and move that quickly" or cops crash

You try to talk some shit but your diss is garbage, trash