Lyrical Breakdown of Bout Me (feat. Problem & Iamsu) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Bout Me (feat. Problem & Iamsu)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Wiz Khalifa weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Bout Me (feat. Problem & Iamsu)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Wiz Khalifa employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Wiz Khalifa's narrative.

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What! Yea Worried bout a hater? Not me Turned to the max, no sleep Smoked a hundred joints to the face give a fuck what a bitch nigga say E'rything about me ('bout me) E'rything about me ('bout me) E'rything about me, E'rything about me ('bout me) E'rything about me ('bout me) E'rything about me (what!) Rolling, pockets swollen Riding in it like it's stolen Weeded, hella conceded If it ain't about money, nigga I don't need it Got a hundred grand in my ashtray Spend a hundred K on a bad day And I'm tied up like a cholo nigga act crazy, my dogs go loco Kush got me moving slow mo What my nigga Problem? That's my bro bro Came in through the backdoor Ten mill this year on the low low And I'm still smoking pre-rolls Krissed out, dumb fucking with the clicquot And my bank full of zeros Young Wiz will get fly like a hero Worried bout a hater? Not me Turned to the max, no sleep Smoked a hundred joints to the face give a fuck what a bitch nigga say E'rything about me ('bout me) E'rything about me ('bout me) E'rything about me, E'rything about me ('bout me) E'rything about me ('bout me) E'rything about me (what!) Problem cuz', with them hoe's like a doughnut Sold more weed then ye's ever smoked up Dick make her choke up, like a real no rock But I'm feeling like a mill, off a pill door locked we ain't lettin' all no more bros in But fo' sho' we'll let y'all hoes in 'Cause when we pullin' money out they be lovin' it Give her dick 'fore I give a bitch my government (what!?) Just eight, I got eight more Super duper high, eighty-eighth floor Unzip this, that's eight more Fuck a pussy and fuck rhyming We gon' live forever, fuck dying Get it 'til I drop, fuck tryin' Pedal to the metal, we flyin' In the fast lane, yellin' Diamond! Worried bout a hater? Not me Turned to the max, no sleep Smoked a hundred joints to the face give a fuck what a bitch nigga say E'rything about me (bout me) E'rything about me (bout me) E'rything about me, E'rything about me (bout me) E'rything about me (bout me) E'rything about me (what') E'rything about me Young wild nigga, mouth full of gold teeth Treatin' bape.com like a swap meet Going crazy on a bitch until she knock-kneed I'm in a hella fast whip going top speed Make a mess in that pussy and then she mop clean I drop racks and she drops jeans Smoke green as I lean, top dropping Nigga I am all about a buck falling out a truck Prolly with some hoes that I just met and yeah, they all gon' fuck Got her man callin' up her homies, blowin' all 'em up Tryna figure out which his girl is, she probably toasted Like a champagne glass So much money that ain't a damn thing sad Do my damn thing in my campaign add Let's get straight to it, don't let a damn thing pass, nigga what? Worried bout a hater? Not me Turned to the max, no sleep Smoked a hundred joints to the face give a fuck what a bitch nigga say E'rything about me (bout me) E'rything about me (bout me) E'rything about me, E'rything about me (bout me) E'rything about me (bout me) E'rything about me (what!)