This is a song about "Talkin shit"

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

Fake punk, talkin all that shit, you ain't rough

Im talkin about more doe

I'm rolling down the window

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Keep talkin shit i'll punch you in the forehead so hard your brain turns to mush

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

And i ain't talkin clumsy, lsd on that shit

The green backs in my pockets be talkin

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

I just shake dice

Talkin bout that trill life

This is co2 talkin to you

When i get to warwick avenue

I can change the whole game if a nigga bored

Niggas was talkin shit oops he bodied, his fault