This is a song about "Ain t comin down"

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

You mean to tell me everything gon be fine

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Im burnin tires comin down the boulevard higher then a heaven choir

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

3 times, show me your peace sign

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

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

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

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

You don;t thin anymore

Ima go until my arm's sore

And now that i’m getting money

With the dog comin’ to pee