This is a song about "I really be bout that shit"

Whatever it takes to live and stand

How bout that shit, ain't that just grand?

Cause our weekends ain't the shit that the weeknd singin bout

Like soap when i put my clothes on, i’m joking but i be foamed out

I wanna be clear that this is some serious shit, bitch

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

I reminisced bout shit i missed then i slit my wrist,

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

Comin' back into you once i figured it out

Were there some shit there is that i don't know bout?

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

So is you bout it, i really doubt it, doubt it/

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Who i really was, what i really could be

8. bout to show what i can really do,

The game is to be sold not told, so fuck you