This is a song about "Talking"

Look, cole world, still a cold world

Your rap is you talking backward

It's just textbook stuff

Talking about big love

Talking about your materialistic interests

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

I swear they talking shit

And i must admit

Too bad, that's the beer talking

Why not me the same thing

Enough talking bout them other folk

Ever since then i had no job

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Keep talking shit you'll be enslaved,