This is a song about "You aint bout it"

You can search but you'll never find

And, i aint talking bout the paper kind

You aint wanna live it

Bet i'm heavy with that

You hear that shawty, shh no more talking alright

Fuck life, theres a million like you it aint right

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

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

It aint like you need me to let your world shine

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Tell myself it aint that bad you know. my issues arent important.

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

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols