This is a song about "You talking shit"

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

For talking shit about the bitch

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Keep talking shit you'll be enslaved,

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

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

I'll just be talking shit about my own shit

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

The dead society of a poet

You a buster talking alot of shit

So finally might make sense, when these rappers are talking shit

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

When you be talking bout me

We gunna take this party on into the morning

Creatin you own coffin quit all the talking