This is a song about "I aint no copier"

And i just want to hold her

I aint no fucking runner,

My girl is bow-legged, just do it like bo jackson

I aint playin' games when i go ham.. no backgammon.

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

I told you bitches thats how it is i aint no fag

I walk wit the shells, and i aint got no adidas on.

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

I said, "girl?! watchu think? this aint no porno dominance!"/

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

No i aint get respect, old heads pay me no mine like i aint make a threat

Your bitch like to suck a nigga up until she choke

And that aint no joke, demons is all i provoke

See i'm fronting, get your food, keep on running

Aint no flows in the ring aint no reason to sing