This is a song about "You aint bout shit"

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

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

But there aint shit to do

Streets is calling you

In the midst of a fire pit

And ain't worryed bout shit.

One night love: i'mma need that

Aint gon repeat this shit

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

Aint my fault your fans find you shit sleepy now look

You aint shit youd never beat me

Third ward general, young cash money

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

Blood gang aint no new thang, i aint new to dis shit

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

Aint this shit easy, talkin big shit