This is a song about "Talk no more"

No more appeasing neutralizing bleeding

And my wish is to have everything

If we talk your lines, well they stink more than a sewer.

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Reincarnated bitch even worse than before

One day you'll be dead and no more

Ima go until my arm's sore

Then the world ain't no trick no more

Sweet, okay makes sense

No more wishing at wells

I don't wanna live no more

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

No more prison and cells

And if you pay for that yourself

No more appeasing neutralizing bleeding

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring