This is a song about "Talking shut"

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut,

Now shut your mouth stop pestering

And this will be the song that we sing

Under pressure no sweat, my pores are shut

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

I also come with shut eyes

So shut up,listen and learn

Don't regurgitate my sperm

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Screw o'reilly, talking random, don't he know when to shut up?

I can make it rain

Shut your mouth, call you bane

Shut up sluts! and ride on my skateboard!

I style on new york, pile up my fork