This is a song about "Talking about you"

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Talking about your materialistic interests

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

But you never know i could, be talking about a diffrent place,

Why are you talking about your gang

She said she's never had a man

Lets come up to my city

When you be talking bout me

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

When your talking about how you made it, i hate it

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Instead of talking about real issues and internal pain