This is a song about "It s bout to get lit we can t stop now"

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

Writing like i'm brand new, if you want to admit now, we can call it a truce/

No man alive has ever witnessed struggles i survived

Now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind

T get this paper so my get to see the holiday

See i came a long way, that's living the wrong way

So now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

You've unleashed the beast and i play you lil' niggas like lisa's shit

To give surgery to your lyrics, theyre going to get lit

We bout to set it off, turn the lights on,

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

Ima hit it just to keep the blunt lit