This is a song about "We bout it"

You better sprint out the building cause we bout to set it off.

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

So i banged for a minute

Yes we bout it bout it/

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

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

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

We sat together, talking bout love, straight loving in that love seat

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Because everyday we worried 'bout our parents gettin' buried,

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

No days off and that's even on a snow day

Y'all wonder 'bout the money, man we got plenty cream,

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Around me would always abuse it with rappers talking bout

So all that shit you niggas kicking we ain't worried about