This is a song about "Talks"

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

My father never talks to me

It doesn't matter if a rapper talks about all his bitches,

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

Ya can't stand it when someone talks shit about ya marijuana hits.

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

But i kind of like the way that it talks

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

We made fun out of our jazz talks

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

And nobody talks to him and nobody tries

Where would i be without my dogs

Yup money talks, but for you money walks

As your family dies, and my family rise

She's a beautiful girl she talks with her eyes