This is a song about "Talking shit"

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Talking shit, taunting feels like i'm being haunted feel empty like desserts

For talking shit about the bitch

Now you speaking my language

You could have it all alone, cause i’m better without you

I've been rapping against obsessives, the ym shit talking crew

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

Talking about the same shit over, don't care for microphones

I hear you talking all that fucking shit man,

Them ignorant thrashing mothafuckers is my gang

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

Talking a lot of shit as my head worsens

For them to see just who they would knowbut for me i held concern

talking shit about me as if ma respect is so hard to earn