This is a song about "Talk to the dick"

Hov and yeezy, stop the talk, i'm ready to come back home/

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

To pull his dick from the dirt, and fuck the whole universe

I talk to myself in the dark

This for my niggas that really rap hard

You know i'm tryna kill that shit, make sure that urn is out

What the fuck is this asshole here to really talk about

Cuz the gun is at ya dome you don't want to hear it talk

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

He can't even pull his dick out the mud, so cut the crap. i shouldn't have to

You bammas like hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

I used to talk to her for many hours rollin' on the floor.

The kings get killed very least overthrown

You didn't even talk to me on the phone