This is a song about "Ain t bout"

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

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

Go dissed raise your hands and rise up start screamin t

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

Sunglasses, hairstyle fashion doesn`t really matters

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

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

Me i'mma still be a player, all day baby

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

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

Yeah, the sex in the sack

And i could see you coming home after work late

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

Quit playin games gurl you got my head spinnin round

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground