This is a song about "Talking shit part 2"

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

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

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Talking a lot of shit as my head worsens

Chima ferguson's bangin', you ace niggas is low card, wolf gang

All you're talking about is gay shit, and fucking a man.

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

Talking shit behind my back will get you smacked

I hear you talking all that fucking shit man,

And tell ‘em that i don’t give a damn

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

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

Instead of shit talking, i just cut the chit chatter

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her