This is a song about "Bout to go off"

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though

Talkin' bout lights, but where did all the stars go

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

You better sprint out the building cause we bout to set it off.

Stone cold bout to go in a coma

And muthafuck the quota

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

Well i’m off to thibodaux and whichever way i go,

Telling ‘em to go out and blast off, kill a gangsta,

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

Not thinkin bout the girl that you dropped off in hell.

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

Lord- i'm 'bout to sawed off you in the face, cough "stout fraud"

And getting your pad invaded, bout to be levitated off the scaffolding placement

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and