This is a song about "Talking about my body"

Hatin’ niggas? chalk em out. go on, get the coffin out

Yer i may be new but i know wat im talking about

And my only fear's a wedding ring

That was my adrenaline talking

And talking about experience in living (or bitching)

With those crazy ass people at the county building

I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich

For talking shit about the bitch

And be out london with lauren and telling megan good morning

I grew up poor, but artists brag about it and keep talking,

And they respect that, say that i'm real man

Why are you talking about your gang

I'll just be talking shit about my own shit

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet