This is a song about "Talking dirry"

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

Talking about your materialistic interests

Is you big enough

Talking about big love

Where would i be without my dogs

Talking bout they suicidal thoughts

For the occasion, paper planes

Or talking ’bout my chains

Quit talking overconfident,

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

Fuck her good, make her call me in the morning

That was my adrenaline talking

My balance be so tight rope

Enough talking bout them other folk

Loudly or maybe i'm just sleep talking

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string