This is a song about "Trashing talking"

Talking reckless, i mean twisted

Contributing the real shit

The pigs fly away in the morning

Creatin you own coffin quit all the talking

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

I'm a mad man , you the last in for casting, trashing your lyrics like a trash

All this hate y'all talking got me defiant

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke

Enough talking bout them other folk

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

I hear niggas talking bout millions

That was my adrenaline talking

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

It’s something that’s in your veins

Or talking ’bout my chains