This is a song about "You aint bout it"

This pride aint goin` anywhere unless you drive it away

I plan on getting back *censored* the worst way

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

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

Yes we bout it bout it/

Still sick, real shit

And, i aint talking bout the paper kind

Now walk to it with your land mind

It aint like you need me to let your world shine

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

And don’t worry bout my name, you gon know it soon enough...