This is a song about "Ain t know bout it"

It was plain to c she gave birth to a c-u-n-t

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

So i took my time, then t-caines was my name, dwight it,

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

Yes we bout it bout it/

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

What you talkin' 'bout if it ain't 'bout the money?

So you know i'm bout that gun play

It's like sunshine on a rainy day

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though

Huslin' erday to that dah only sh*t that we know

Please boo what's your size crazy

Ya know nothing bout me

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

I know i’m 'bout to kill it, how you know? i got that feeling