This is a song about "Ain t bout that life"

She bout that life ha that pink panther lean she sip

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit

And a kid that eats nothing but candy won' t get tooth decay/

They waiting on me to give an a-okay, then the k gon' spray

Yo i've been thinkin' 'bout my life since i became depressed,

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

Rapping bout things that leave mark

See, and now life seem hard

I need a backyard full court size

Talkin bout that trill life

You talkin bout toting that gun

And you can tell everyone

But dont worry bout that cuz your perfect

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

Cause our weekends ain't the shit that the weeknd singin bout