This is a song about "About it"

Took me about an hour to write it

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

So they think about ending it/

You gone make me flip then split your shit

Nothing to write about, and freestyle? forget it!

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

A rocket launcher about to rock it proper

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Fresh gang and ymk about to kiiiiiiill it!

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

You can only think about and image it

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

It wasn't about the fame