This is a song about "Your all talk"

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Your all talk and no pack rapping action or word forming.

All these all-talk bitches lust for the title of king/

If we ain't fucking for the moment then we doin' nothing

And y'all talk constantly, about all of your bitches and hoes,

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

You feed off all the trash talk, and shit that you start

I'll moon walk it if i'm truly in your heart

Talk about me through your sub tweet

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

With all his talk of never say never

All we ever talk about is money and prostitution!

They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

All you are is talk nothing legit