This is a song about "How bout now"

Now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind

I'm the trill og and i be out here on the grind

Tell her we got big dicks, how 'bout him, you, and me

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

All she thinking bout is how to take his last,

That foriegner is now dislocated incarcerated he is out and bout

Kids will black outsome cracked out hit the pen max outcome home and blow a back out

Like none knows now how wow

Show me how to fight for now

Bout how kill niggas and slice em up claiming that his

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

Now pass me the rock, and i'm bout to ball

Just me and my boss no worries at all

You don't get it now give it 'bout a year or two

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you