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

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

Yes we bout it bout it/

My flow ain't to fast and t ain't to slow, just so perfect that you could never know

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

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

You fags know; boy, i got toys, ain't talking 'bout hasbro

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

And i got a little big, keep it low key

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

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

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

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

So is you bout it, i really doubt it, doubt it/