This is a song about "Buts"

No ifs, ands or buts, don't try to ask him why or how can he

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

All my girls got buts they all the same yea i should join a cypher

Or closed casket for our troubles

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

Buts its funny how all my niggas always give me feedback