This is a song about "Ain t on nuttin"

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Go dissed raise your hands and rise up start screamin t

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

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

You could love it or hate it but he was prime time

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch

Most determined, but with the smallest of funds to show

Lying muhfucka done nuttin for the ghetto

And mad hoes ask beavis i get nuttin butt head

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set