Song meaning of Щит толкин (Shit Talkin') by 163ONMYNECK

Ah, Щит толкин (Shit Talkin') by 163ONMYNECK. Now, this song is a fine masterpiece of lyrical poetry. Let me break it down for you and sprinkle some of my witty interpretation all over it. The intro starts with someone questioning what the hell the lakes are up to. Lakes, seriously? I guess they're back on their bullcrap. Moving on to the first verse, the artist proudly announces that they only smoke "za'" (whatever that is) and claims to be the ambassador of shit talking. They belittle other rappers' bars, calling them "childish babble." Oh, and they represent the 7-2 region, where apparently it's all about the snowy North. And hey, you! Yes, you! You look like you're getting paid in air instead of cold hard cash. The artist didn't eat a dick, instead, they left you with one. Talk about a generous gesture. Have you ever seen those police officers lying down? Well, our artist claims to have put them all there. And wait, there are vegans at their place, but they're frying chicken and making them eat it. So much for their guest's dietary preferences. Those girls go crazy for MELON MUSIC and know every member of the crew. In the bridge, they compare someone's rap skills to playing Skyrim on Nintendo Switch. Ouch! And apparently, this person is a friend of a certain female dog. Hmm, interesting. They point out that this person is too scared to approach her, so maybe they're just afraid of dogs. Don't worry, this artist still listens to Spotify with a membership. In the second verse, they boldly state that their crap will be deeper than Satan's well. They clarify that they are here to make rap music, not give sermons. Everyone should stop pretending to be rappers and become reviewers instead. The artist boasts about being in Los Angeles and smoking at least five blunts a day because, you know, it's legal there. Their take on how they diss rappers is absolutely mind-blowing (not in a good way). They say it's like slapping a rapper with their genitals for two minutes straight. Wow, what a unique talent. In the third verse, they claim that shit talking is at its finest in this song because there's no autotune involved. Oh, and they question the purpose of shopping at some fancy store when nothing cool is ever brought there. They admit to smoking carelessly and burning two suits. But hey, they also claim to be skilled at freestyle and flex by mentioning Russian footballer Artem Dzyuba (because why not?). They tell someone to kick rocks and not take things so seriously because it's all just a freestyle. The artist even gives money to their mom and she calls them an angel. Well, aren't they just the son of Satan? They compare themselves to a big dog while calling others chicken McNuggets. And hey, they don't read rap, they have conversations with it. And all those snitches around them are just wasting everything. They wrap the bountiful lyrical feast with the line "I'm all sloppy and haphazard, and you're just jerking off." A perfect ending to a musical masterpiece. Oh, and before I forget, they remind us to free Rio and the entire ghetto. Apparently, they claim they didn't steal, but rather got inspired. So, there you have it, Щит толкин (Shit Talkin') by 163ONMYNECK – a lyrical journey through lakes, chicken McNuggets, and the art of jerking off. Enjoy!