This is a song about "Talking to bitch"

Or you'll drive me crazy

"are you talking back to me?

For talking shit about the bitch

Lying to yourself, all over an image

You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll

Talking to yourself flingin of the pole

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Talking "bitch, you're now in the presence of peasants"

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

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

Sitting here spitting these words talking to birds

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Iceman to your face  i'm not talking hockey.