This is a song about "Bout it"

Look inside my closet

Yes we bout it bout it/

I don't know, obviously i disappear

I can smell it from a mile talking bout your fear

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

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

Around me would always abuse it with rappers talking bout

You know i'm tryna kill that shit, make sure that urn is out

You don't get it now give it 'bout a year or two

Since back in high school, we was true, me and you

Cause i'll +bolt+ on usain, i'm too ahead of the game

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

Angle these beats like a pentagon

We bout to set it off, turn the lights on,

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

Then some big-shot producer thought it was 'bout time,