This is a song about "Talk show"

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Talk shit about the clique,

Said i wish we could just talk

I make her cum a lot

We magnetizing the ghetto

(either way your gonna show!)

Or backing down, come here slut, let's talk/

Cow print t-shirt like mothafucking dog

This some food for thought

I just don't wanna talk

Entertain yourself whilst i talk,

Fuck a tape, fuck your broad

Aint never let my cash show

Down just so we can grow

Oh yeah, pops got a visa

Talk shit, diarrhea