This is a song about "Talk the talk"

Who knows what the

Talk shit, diarrhea

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Y'all hit the pen but y'all talk about crack and the money,

While the elite laugh talk and gloat.

Motivated just from being broke

Only real niggas stay on top

I dont smoke so i let the tree talk

Every time that you talk

You be in they call log

I talk to myself in the dark

Like a small garage in your backyard

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

Do the math on the path i walk i'm done with the talk

Took a shot jump to a porno star y'all really like i support that broad

Go to the mayor's office located right down the town and talk,