This is a song about "About trappin"

So many memories, that she cries about

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

Polo purple like the dope i'm hitting

I'm about about to send their heads spinning

You say you trappin and you never even sold a drug,

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

And if i do go you better come through

Dont talk about me jus worry about you......

Interrogate about the dro when payrolls joked about

But it never rain in california unless the pistols out

You're fucking with me, nigga

About anything (etc.)

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

But enough about you, lets talk about me