This is a song about "Talking shit"

Trying to give them light and a message

For talking shit about the bitch

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

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

I dont know why you keep talking shit,boy hop off my dick

Niggas awful at dressing, they just a'ight at music

On that water like islands they ain’t swimmin’ you dig

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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

You a buster talking alot of shit

With these macs i've got a bad habit

Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit

Your talking shit dropping shit like toxic