This is a song about "What you be talkin"

But tell me what does it gain, talkin' 'bout make it rain

Nigga don't know how to rap but i'm in the game

Hop on twitter, perpetrate we doing big shit

Just gotta be proud for what you created

You talkin' like a backpacker, you ain't know shit about rap,

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

We just need to see, what you and i could be,

Talkin bout things that he be doin in his regect pj's

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

And eventually, you will see what i am meant to be

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

I used to be a loner, known for not talkin and shyness

Talkin' about how life can be,

I’m a hustla, baby