This is a song about "You aint bout it"

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

Say you pop pills but it just aint you

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

Pack it up cuz you bout to hear a rebelz yell.

Aint it bout' time for some ''real'' mc's go and write some journals

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

She on molly, she with mary, at the same damn time

It aint like you need me to let your world shine

I call em up, they might fall through

It aint easy getting through to you

But fuck that, i aint bout to miss my fucking chance

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

So is you bout it, i really doubt it, doubt it/

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that