This is a song about "It ain t"

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Huh, got to get better with time

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh

Let's get off the phone and we can speak when i see you

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Sunglasses, hairstyle fashion doesn`t really matters

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

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend

Not relying on the light no more

You don;t thin anymore