This is a song about "Talking shit part 6"

You know, work that

Cause i aint talking crap

The dead society of a poet

You a buster talking alot of shit

I swear they talking shit

I know what you do with that

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

I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor

Instead of shit talking, i just cut the chit chatter

I hear you talking all that fucking shit man,

Try to protect the neck, i ? from ya boo thang

Part of the crew elite

From the back seat, back seat

They vaguely decipher my language

For talking shit about the bitch