This is a song about "Bout it"

And this the endso good luck with your career

I can smell it from a mile talking bout your fear

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

Fuck it how bout twenty shouldn't be too hard to please

No need to trip, you can tell em that i’m cool as hell

Pack it up cuz you bout to hear a rebelz yell.

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

But when asked bout their existence people said it was never

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Motherfuckin o.groll up in the club and shit, is that right

'bout wondering why the sky's blue, and what it tastes like

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Smoked it, nothing changed every rapper's talking bout it see