This is a song about "Talkin shit"

Niggas was talkin shit oops he bodied, his fault

Cause my mother let me do what i want

I get fresh from yankee stadium to the garden

The green backs in my pockets be talkin

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

We #sell #that #dope #shit on the grind, and we ain't talkin' 'bout dealers,

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

If a nigga talkin shit

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

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

Aint this shit easy, talkin big shit

You don't mean that, you faggot

And i ain't never plan to be famous

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

Don't you worry, just keep movin boo

This is co2 talkin to you