This is a song about "Ain t bout that"

I'll get to em when i land

How bout that shit, ain't that just grand?

Bout that green like baby bop

Been running around trying find a job

I just shake dice

Talkin bout that trill life

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

We wake up, i go to work, she leave out

Were there some shit there is that i don't know bout?

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

But nigga don’t ride my dick when i’m on that high rise

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

Yeah, the sex in the sack