This is a song about "Talking to much"

Shit, in this white man's world

Smoke to much weed to burnt,

To much killing around too much suspense.

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Man its fine ill be good in the morning got some women who are dyin to performing

I perspire too often i require an option to retire to talking

Knowing way to much like such

Yeah, we get this cabbage

To the ruckus in my head voices talking without reason

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Or something that you paid for

Ive got to much anger

Iceman to your face  i'm not talking hockey.

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Sitting here spitting these words talking to birds

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards