This is a song about "Talk ya shit"

Oh yeah, pops got a visa

Talk shit, diarrhea

No gimmick: real time, real heart

Talk shit hunt you like a shark

It's all good, finna dog that

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

Made a million with the pen

You try to talk yo shit again

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

All ya talk about sound like venom

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

You and my gat are attached talk whack he'll attack ya

That shit i dont like talk shit but won't fight

My conscious only knew whats half tight