This is a song about "Talkin to girl"

Called up yo girl to come chill

For real, a nigga ill

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

One moment i'm talkin bout a soldier the next i'm looking to snap someone's neck

I want a girl to love

That would be enough

Is anybody out there ? it feels like i'm talkin' to myself,

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

Is to be more than just a rap musicianthe elevation of today's generation

And nobody comes to visit, everbody gathered around talkin bout how dey missed him

I like to pop, i ain't talkin seven up.

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

We talkin problems? well i got them, i was sent to be rough

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

I lost my cousin to a gun he left his baby girl