This is a song about "Ima bout it"

Ima come to yo home with it

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

Tupac started it, and ima finish it like this/

Air baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta st. louis

Got lebron entourages like maverick and richie paul

Ima tear you dick of and hammer it to a wall,

See i let my nigga split that

Ima hit it just to keep the blunt lit

Ima spark it off like a spartan pardon

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

So ima end it this shit with a cut god excuse this

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

What you talkin' 'bout if it ain't 'bout the money?