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

But enough about you, lets talk about me

God mc oh my god you gotta see

It's the way we've adapted, though fuck it i made it happen

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

I'm a son of gun

Now let me talk to you son,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Recently, lyrics just seem to talk to me, like when you going to make cd

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Born alone, work alone, die alone

You didn't even talk to me on the phone

I'm understanding that bull like a matador

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

Speaking heart with a conscious, talking to you

Called me a slag but look who you talk to,