This is a song about "Bout me"

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Put ya in a coma have you dreaming bout beating me

Let me tell you bout the streets which i go across

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

Then the temperature of jessie passed out on the couch

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

And i aint gotta worry bout that nigga tryna harm me

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

But thinking bout grades gets me stressed

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Go ahead, talk mo shit bout how you don't feel me/

Cause me nd you bout to have a lil' chat

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Girl i know you like that, you crazy

Yeah homie what you know bout me?