This is a song about "Bout to get smoked"

Sick of the ridacule, im bout to get rid of cool,shit a stool,

I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor

See, i like the person that you are

'bout to get my other car

No wonder she felt she had personalised keys to hells locks.

So tell uncle johny to make some room, cuz you're bout get fucked by my bars

I'm 'bout to bloody this track up, everybody get back

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Every battle you get smoked, that's why your name is smokey

Niggas bout to get rocked in they mouth.

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

A part-time emcee is 'bout to get unloaded/

Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit