This is a song about "You talk too much smack"

Grew with disdain though i hate whoever ain't you

There's too much money that you withdrew

This nigga, look at this fuckin' nigga lips, dog

Apprently i talk way to much, but.... i like to talk

Bitch, they call it motor city

Smack you bitch that’s your fee

The only team more powerful? sasha and malia family

What were you plannin' rappin' at me, you must've had too much natty

Maybe we cared too much

Its like my freestyle's cleavage

Too much greatness, you couldn't even grasp it

How can i persuade more heads to hear this great shit

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

To much killing around too much suspense.

Let's call you hamlet, coz you protest too much,

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch