This is a song about "Talking to bitch"

You were talking shit, that's a decision you're gonna wanna fix, you bitch,

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

Beating on your wife, no longer talking to your dad,

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

Set fire to this bitch

Yeah, we get this cabbage

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

I can pass out many scantrons, fail many students

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

Yer dont worry im not talking to you

Still stomping the chumps when they mouths get to talking that stuff

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

Talking to yourself flingin of the pole