This is a song about "Talking junke"

We can do like 8 positions

I hear niggas talking bout millions

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

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Yes im talking bout the plants

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Stand for something or die in the morning

Creatin you own coffin quit all the talking

It’s something that’s in your veins

Or talking ’bout my chains

That was my adrenaline talking

And my only fear's a wedding ring

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

When you be talking bout me

Talking about fight club,

Some niggas ain't got no luck