This is a song about "Ain t about it"

Can't win with a passive attack

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

Nothing to write about, and freestyle? forget it!

How about i just get right to it

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

So i took my time, then t-caines was my name, dwight it,

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

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

Double m-g not to mention we got that

Fresh gang and ymk about to kiiiiiiill it!

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit