This is a song about "Talk to the hand"

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

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

Bounce to the dam slap an ounce in me hand,

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

Semetex said we’re good, and we’re good then

I don't even talk to them on the phone again

I talk to myself in the dark

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

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

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

The l in his hand to yell in advance

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Ask me to make him talk im make the prick sing

So i said bye to rap saw the issue at hand

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last