This is a song about "Go talk to your hoes"

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

In front of our building, they was my heroes

Either i'm cocking the four or go to the door and slick talk

Everything i do exotic i don't need to bring a broad

That i talk back to your every word

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

Now you got me hopped up on that

Go home to your mother

That's what rains for

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

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

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

Talk shit you ll get an axe to your cheek walk quick

Go back to your toys, y'all ain't sexy.

Now i know a lotta styles, some see