This is a song about "Talking down"

Creatin you own coffin quit all the talking

Some niggas slept on me but i dont see the snoring

Your rap is you talking backward

You're so white, my blinkers don't work

I swear they think i'm crazy

When you be talking bout me

Keep talking, i can't hear you

Straight bad bitches i run, through

Like hoes down in magic city

And since you were talking filthy,

Talking about fight club,

Without your love it's cold as fuck

Y'know i'm talking about those summer nights with your homies just lying down

Gotta finish this verse, can't write it downearly flight now i'm out of town

They clapping and we balling

Too bad, that's the beer talking