This is a song about "Aint wroth it"

So fuck this chorus it aint over

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

Nah, i aint see it. yeah and they believed it.

I can smell it when i go outside

It aint time to shine lights while your dime aint right

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage

It sucks when your competition aint much

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Get in bitch, dont worry, it aint scary

Lady at the frank stand will

And it aint my final

It aint nothing but a g thang baby

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Catch you up on places i've been

Trust me it aint nothin