This is a song about "Ain"

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

Girl no matter what you do you ain gonna cross the line,

Must be out your rabbit mind, i'm thuggin', rappin', same damn time

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

Second song ,second time sayin i ain got time to hate

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

You say you ain fake or plastic? ha that's sarcastic, fool youre fake as graphics

Do i bring discomfert to you're upper middle class starbucks dicks