This is a song about "What are you about nigga"

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Realizing you are about to be beat savagely.

The hotels we staying in twelve star

So quit talk about how good you are

So come against me bitch and see what all my bars are about,

Told me mary was a go so we passed her round and round

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Aye what am i talkin about have u read my raps lately, none are about me bein happy.

Mother in a wheelchair nigga tell me what you got to lose

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

You what in on that track like nigga who you know

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

Flow retarded, i need to wipe the slob off of every bar

And if you a real nigga dont need to lettem know/ you know who you are

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

And nigga you ain't from the east coast, even if you are