[Intro: Issa Gold]
You know it's your boy Issa Gold Sar Ayu reppin' for them Indigos going wild and all that. I'm out here. Ya'll n***as know I don't fuck with none of these n***as man, I don't fuck with none of ya'll rap n***as man. Ya'll n***as ain't about shit! None of ya'll n***a man. Fuck outa here man! N***a ain't really bout shit! Lets go!

[Verse 1: AKTHESAVIOR]
Team full of kings rolling dank spliffs
Free your mind one hit, elevate your shit
Young god steady plotting one angel chick
Motivated by the n***as that I be gettin' with, hold up
N***as ain't really bout shit, nah
N***as ain't really bout shit, nah
N***as ain't really bout shit, nah
N***as ain't really bout shit
Uhh when you look up UA in the sky like a plane pick a book up
You dumb motherfuckers use your brain like a hooker
I'm all up in her guts but I ain't paying
Motherfucker do i look like the type to be a lame?
Rhetorical damn
I answer no man
I conquer my soul, the lord of my land
Counter weak flows like Dan or Liu Kang
I rep beast coast the most elite clan
Damn! what it be like n***a?
Rolling up that Sour D my n***a
Here to free the people
Cleanse their souls of evil
Better find yourself before the priest deceive you, lord!
I'm rolling up that potent
What you trying do?
My music save the world, n***a who the fuck is you?
[Chorus]
Pop another tab of the LS-Shit
Take another hit on my indo stick
Pulled up on your chick
Told her get in the whip
She looked at a n***a, and said you the shit
N***as ain't really bout shit, nah
N***as ain't really bout shit, I said
N***as ain't really bout shit, nah
N***as ain't really bout shit

Pop another tab of the LS-Shit
Take another hit on my indo stick
Pulled up on your chick
Told her get in the whip
She looked at a n***a, and said you the shit
N***as ain't really bout shit, nah
N***as ain't really bout shit, I said
N***as ain't really bout shit, nah
N***as ain't really bout shit

[Verse 2: Issa Gold]
You know my soul indigo
Guard your girl I'll take your ho
She might hit the shrooms, she might hit the weed
Now we trippy n***a you know, lets go
N***as ain't really bout shit
Me and my n***as get dough of the shrimp
My money not taxed, n***a fuck that shit
Breaking down the work, watch the motherfucker flip
A n***a fucked up
Yeah I smoke and I drank
Repping the life my n***a what you think?
Stare at the stars as I puff on my dank
Beast Coast we up and theses n***as they sank
Uhh, what you talking about n***a?
See me in the front with circle of the winners
Show me my opponent watch me motherfuckin kill him
Third eye precision ain't no way that we gon' miss him
Trapped inside the crib, keep the works out the kitchen
Guiding by the light but you n***as never listen
A blast from the past this king ever laugh
I'm smoking on hash to live first you last
But n***as ain't really bout shit
Ya'll know motherfucker conscious
But get off my dick
Let me talk my shit
[Chorus]
Pop another tab of the LS-Shit
Take another hit on my indo stick
Pulled up on your chick
Told her get in the whip
She looked at a n***a, and said you the shit
N***as ain't really bout shit, nah
N***as ain't really bout shit, I said
N***as ain't really bout shit, nah
N***as ain't really bout shit

Pop another tab of the LS-Shit
Take another hit on my indo stick
Pulled up on your chick
Told her get in the whip
She looked at a n***a, and said you the shit
N***as ain't really bout shit, nah
N***as ain't really bout shit, I said
N***as ain't really bout shit, nah
N***as ain't really bout shit