This is a song about "Talking shit"

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

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Talking a lot of shit as my head worsens

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

She wear a scarf, louis v to be exact

Talking shit behind my back will get you smacked

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

I'm just saying if you can't say shit then we're not talking, jeeze,

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

Following the king of diamonds, bitch you went ape shit

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