This is a song about "You aint bout it"

I told you bitches thats how it is i aint no fag

She said she wanna man, told her im real rap

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

Nah, i wouldn’t wish fame on my enemy

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

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

From an african american stance

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

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

Fuck life, theres a million like you it aint right

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

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

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

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Aint no mother fucking way you can get out of it now

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow