This is a song about "You aint bout it"

Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friendtell me you pregnant and i'm amazed

Well i guess thats it now. bout to go out side, cops are outside but i ain't

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

All black everthing on some jigga shit

And just for that, i'mma blow 25 tonight

Fuck life, theres a million like you it aint right

Say you pop pills but it just aint you

I'm after you bringing traffic through

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

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

Not them 3 girls i got to be destiny's child

And, i aint talking bout the paper kind

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

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

And i aint gotta worry bout that nigga tryna harm me