This is a song about "Bout time"

Thinkin bout suicide daily

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

You live your life all serious while i'm enjoying mine

You got your own life,don't worry bout mine,it's about time

Yes we bout it bout it/

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

Bout to get tackled quick

Baby am i slick

But i’ma wait it out i’m bout to see that drought

One at a time, they manhandled my flaws in bout

You mean to tell me everything gon be fine

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

Not a time pass without crying and thinking bout her

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

I prefer your applause without a handout

She ain't no hoe, what you talkin' bout