This is a song about "Talking shit part 5"

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

My dick eatin 5 star yo shit eatin from the trash

Talking a lot of shit as my head worsens

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

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

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

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

Now you got me hopped up on that

I swear they talking shit

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

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