This is a song about "We bout to smash"

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Can't wait to smash your head with my 50 inches hammer

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

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

To find the room where mama was hung, her pajamas undone on the working stool

Aiyo, this is rain shady on the beat bitch. we bout to do it vintage old school

Yes we bout it bout it/

I put some cash in ya pocket

But i apologize for not walking you around

Birmingham to new orleans, yeah i will smash the town,

As innocent youth, we stressed bout passin classes/

Hypnotized the masses behind versace glasses

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

Call me rainbow dash! i'm going to fast about to crash, i'm a smash and stash

I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass

Dash to the door, smash past the oxidized glass