This is a song about "Bout that"

Bout how kill niggas and slice em up claiming that his

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

We sat together, talking bout love, straight loving in that love seat

And my regime includes east coast

How bout all things that were so untold

How bout that shit, ain't that just grand?

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

I'm furious that niggas be negative bout my lyrics

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

When it's all said and done

You talkin bout toting that gun

Cause our weekends ain't the shit that the weeknd singin bout

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