This is a song about "Ain"

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

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

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

We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens

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

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime

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

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground