This is a song about "They talk about me"

When i get to warwick avenue

Dont talk about me jus worry about you......

They won't talk to me, they just stare as if they don't care

They be on that water here, put a couple in the air

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

How you gonna talk shit about me sucking dick when you're nickname is dick rider?!

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Ridin' through my city car black can't see out

'cause when they run they lips i be what they talk about

Yea i may be a lil crazy too,but dont talk about me jus worry about you......

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

I visualize they day we talk