This is a song about "They all talking"

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

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

Fuck, instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

I hear you talking all that fucking shit man,

Them ignorant thrashing mothafuckers is my gang

Creatin you own coffin quit all the talking

And my only fear's a wedding ring

We all will be talking about me by next week you'll see/

But real freaky in tha darkplus i got some enemies, baby

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

Why fake natives' talking bout shit they ain't never had,

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick

For talking all that shit damn i'm pretty sick,

These pussy niggas talking bout they clean like crisco

You see the devil is alive but he work slow