This is a song about "Talking to niggas"

Talking to a thinking motherfucker, mind you

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

I feel like i'm insane, i don't know what to say, its the voice talking.

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

These pussy niggas talking bout they clean like crisco

Talking to myself cause i fear i'm morphing to a new me

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

I'm in love with a woman who is crazy

So what? you're just going to stop talking to me

But make sure if they do see

Niggas try to fuck with me

Iceman to your face  i'm not talking hockey.

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree