This is a song about "Talin bout some"

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

When i overheard some cocks talking bout my moms

No wonder she felt she had personalised keys to hells locks.

So tell uncle johny to make some room, cuz you're bout get fucked by my bars

No more, we caked out

Girls out her talkin bout

Thinkin bout suicide

Which you know i'm different, right

Show 'em some real rap,whatcha know 'bout that?

And i got that bait, they all bad

No one cares bout the recession, till some chairman's pension is threatened

My mother raised me a single parent so it's apparent

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

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

Forgettin' 'bout my grades while i'm soakin' up some rays