This is a song about "What are you talking about"

Your fucking mouth and listen to what im talking about because my life is like a

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

So quit talk about how good you are

I guzzle up at the bar

Ay, undo your bra with one handif anything is gonna care it on and cum can

You probably gonna think that i'm talking about you and you goddamn right i am/

I call em up, they might fall through

Sounds nice to me, hey what about you

Don't worry bout a thang baby

"are you talking back to me?

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

Talking bout how she miss my sex, but what do you expect

Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

But you all dont know what im about

Back wood, the tree i’m ashing out