This is a song about "Topics"

Wannabes talking thinking they spitting stupid topics

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

Givin' the topics, spit 'em through optics, from the ghetto that malcolm roamed,

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

I don't like y'all rap topics and y'all rap logic,

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

Multisyllabic and internal rhymes about conscious topics, creating the

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves

Switching topics up, as fast as i smack these lacking rappers' butts

At times i like to watch out the latest shit

South side, tc your sick toxic topics aren't toxic

It's obvious to see that i bend topics and speech like it's a hobby to me

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Yo im tossin sick exotic topics, like im tossin toxic, my hyperbolic, logic, mind

I got blow, speed, bleed, whatever yo' kindand if you need a motherfucker i ain't hard to find