This is a song about "You can t talk to me"

But enough about you, lets talk about me

Look it something they can't ever see

Now hearing you talk to her makes me sick.

Superfly, opposite of basic

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

Vomited on this teacher's t shirt, he asked me to leave

Now let me talk to you son,

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

So you can talk your shit

It ain't like that

Don't come around hurr on that floss shit

Me and you just need to talk a bit

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

You didn't even talk to me on the phone

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone