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

Razor grips, laser spit

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

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

But five years from now i bet she see

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

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

Go home to your mother

I pipe in and one night her

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

Had to go and talk the business, nigga i gotta' get it

I flow flawlessly, without trying make your girl wanna talk to me

Loaded that clip and then said bang, the drama it bring is crazy

I'm clearly in a different tax bracket now, dog

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