This is a song about "She bout it"

My finger's on the trigga and nigga i'm 'bout to pull it

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

She ain't much taller than me, but who cares bout that

David hit the pavement with this grapple rap

Talking bout how she miss my sex, but what do you expect

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

Then some big-shot producer thought it was 'bout time,

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

She show me how she do it by herself like she autonomous/

But tell me what does it gain, talkin' 'bout make it rain

It's a shameso much pressure on my brain

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

When i arrive the whole town gets sunny