This is a song about "Talking anout soneone"

Keep talking, i can't hear you

I really love my miami crew

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

Quit talking like ya ill minded,

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Cause i aint talking crap

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

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

Exciting yes i'm talking bout

Quote un-quote backpack still bring them bitches out

Or run through a pothole at two in the morning

Creatin you own coffin quit all the talking

We ain't never 'gon be, i'll be leavin' in the morning

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