This is a song about "Talking mad shit"

So finally might make sense, when these rappers are talking shit

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

I'm sick of ya wack crap, talking shit but the fat stacks

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

You a buster talking alot of shit

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

I'm tired of people talking shit behind my back.

Why fake natives' talking bout shit they ain't never had,

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

And if you mad doggin me it's best to check that shit quick.

Do not give a fuck i've got the swagger of a virgin's dick

I'm explicit while you're shit ain't talking a little bit

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit