This is a song about "It all about me"

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

We all will be talking about me by next week you'll see/

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

Tell me, would you brag about the cash, you've never had it,

When your not around me all i think about is you

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

Everything about me tops all of them

Bring the hook,i think i need to spark again

Thot it was about me all about me

Than the muse of a family

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

That fuckin all these motherfuckin fuckin people know about me

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone

All you did was give me pain, thinking about all i did wrong