This is a song about "You aint bout it"

I'll tell you baby that we're through

It aint easy getting through to you

And, i aint talking bout the paper kind

Now walk to it with your land mind

This pride aint goin` anywhere unless you drive it away

I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

But you spittin' 'bout it when you work on your prospects

You aint tight cause you like it right

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

What you talkin' 'bout if it ain't 'bout the money?

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

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

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

What you talkin' 'bout if it ain't 'bout the money?