This is a song about "Whatchu know bout me"

The fact they talk in bout me

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

I swear these bitches look up to me like i'm doing here

I been thinkin' bout you. i know you know the deal,

I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though

You fags know; boy, i got toys, ain't talking 'bout hasbro

They giving pounds and that before get the money

Put ya in a coma have you dreaming bout beating me

Sign on my dick that say

So you know i'm bout that gun play

Whatchu hollering, gotta pay rent, bring dollars in

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

But it never rain in california unless the pistols out

Around me would always abuse it with rappers talking bout

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

I hear em talkin bout me bret