This is a song about "Talking shit part 4"

Celebrate the very day that she get past

Talking shit behind my back will get you smacked

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

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you

Synthesizer, i'm the mothafucking master

Aint concerned with the shit talking and the chitter chatter

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

For talking all that shit damn i'm pretty sick,

I'll just be talking shit about my own shit

Love lockdown like i am some sort of faggot