This is a song about "Talk to the hand"

I don’t go to work, i talk to the kids

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject

Trying to talk about the problems, and still i ask for help,

We need to talk about this issue, every minute's the limit,

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

They aren't the kind of people i like to talk to,

I don't wanna ever come down off this cloud of lovin' you

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

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

Cow print t-shirt like mothafucking dog

I'll be the last to hear you talk,

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

Not only am i here to talk the treatment of blacks,

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

You didn't even talk to me on the phone