This is a song about "Talk shit"

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

Rappers talk shit, they got no lines like cordless mobile phones,

Talk shit about the clique,

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Talk shit hunt you like a shark

Like a small garage in your backyard

I talk a lot of shit i'm backing it up

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

But all your memos talk about shit like ghetto echos,

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

You can talk about me but better not say shit

Either one, dun, long as my digits the same

All that shit and talk is my claim to fame

You try to talk yo shit again

And do i need to mention when