This is a song about "Ima bout it"

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Yeah, ima keep it realer than a documentary

The dead society of a poet

Yes we bout it bout it/

Ya .ima breath fresh air watch em cough it out,

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

I said killem in 8, but ima go further into it

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Empty you, not pockets, ima take my glock and cock it

Ice tea and skittles, ima share it like my last supper

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

No disrespect, you can't respect yourself then just get out

Around me would always abuse it with rappers talking bout

Miami nights, made a couple grand

Ima switch it up real fast