This is a song about "You ain t about that life"

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

I'm about that life, i've been jumped and stabbed by a knife

//promise that you will sing about me

Now i can draw your face up pretty

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Wishing that your life will end but with life you just living

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

My flow ain't to fast and t ain't to slow, just so perfect that you could never know

Im no longer about that life, though there was some time

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

No body knows about your life 'n you and kids don't know about the fight in you,

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

That me and you, theirs something about you that got

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop