This is a song about "Ain t about it"

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

Can’t you hear that

Feeling good about it

Ain't no if's, and's or but's about it

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

You can only think about and image it

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

Contributing the real shit

And cry about it, well don't doubt it

Young money motherfucker we the shit

Took me about an hour to write it

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

We got money to go get baby