This is a song about "Its all bout it baby"

Know you want me to fall

Its your parents who caused it all

How 'bout i don't give a fuck about life and all its rights and wrongs?

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone//

Pay a whole semester in a motherfucking song

They ain't grossing a million liquid, don't form an opinion

Its all bout music with stunning words and making you my minion

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Give me the key, give it baby

See dog? rap is my aim

Its like baby of the rap game

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Parkside's got it all covered the talent the business side its all here