This is a song about "Bout it"

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

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

But tell me what does it gain, talkin' 'bout make it rain

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell

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

Im bout to lay it down mattress,

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

My finger's on the trigga and nigga i'm 'bout to pull it

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

But when asked bout their existence people said it was never

I bet you like these rap niggas, ain't going to write it better

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

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

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

I give my heart to one broad, the others get the pipe