This is a song about "All about my babe"

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

I could talk about diamonds and all my bitches and hoes,

I'm a phoney but no ruby i never lied about my appearance, i've lied to all this

So soon. minding your own business walking down the street just doing you like nike says.

Cuz we'll come find you in all kinds of carssignin' out

This is what i want from my raps and what it's all about

This is what i want from my raps and what it's all about

Bein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt

It seems like my raps are all about rage

They say this media changed, these verses gettin strange

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

All these mixed feeling about my siblings,

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

Music girls and money yea that's what its all about, all about