This is a song about "Talk shit get stitches"

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

You can talk about me but better not say shit

Talk shit hunt you like a shark

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

Talk shit to me? get bold n meet my reming-ton

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

Now you also talk shit about money

And all women who had light features, see

My all gold rolly or the

Talk shit, diarrhea

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

Tie titanium around their neck and watch em panic

Talk shit you ll get an axe to your cheek walk quick

With these macs i've got a bad habit

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.