This is a song about "It ain t"

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

Let em marinate, you forever late

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

So i took my time, then t-caines was my name, dwight it,

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

She prefer the dutty wine

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Go dissed raise your hands and rise up start screamin t

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh

Cause you're the star, everybody looking at you