This is a song about "Talin bout some"

Bout to do some mods right after lunch

Lying to yourself, all over an image

High on loud when i be ridin' out

Were there some shit there is that i don't know bout?

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

Rolling with some brothers letting the cash fly. alright, so let me tell you bout the

I'll keep it moving and tryna get out

Exciting yes i'm talking bout

Aint it bout' time for some ''real'' mc's go and write some journals

Together all the timethought it was true love

A biggie imposter bout to turn you into bacon to eat with some flap jacks

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

Yes we bout it bout it/

Bet i'm heavy with that

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

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine