This is a song about "How bout now"

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

Talking bout how she miss my sex, but what do you expect

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Smoke a blunt with him remanissin bout how well he know me

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

Through my body now i'm bout to serve the

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

I shine, rapping bout how rap is mine

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

Josh is underachievin, so how bout ya sing along

Okay then how bout i go mad and say the waord nigger,

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Fuck it how bout twenty shouldn't be too hard to please

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

They talkin now,about that new artist who we talkin bout?

And dusting off the porcelain and open when their cock is out