This is a song about "Ain t about it"

Baby doll, check it out: i get around

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

Then lost my faith again

It wasn't about the fame

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

Fresh gang and ymk about to kiiiiiiill it!

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Took me about an hour to write it

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

I'm on deck i'm up next

It wasn't about the sex

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t