This is a song about "Main"

This main niggas may be getting figures,

With business hoes an college strippers

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

You better remain calm for main terror psalm

We're the main ingredients to making good love salt and pepper

I'll kiss you just a little, i promise it's forever

Severing your main veins opening them up with grenades leaving decay

But in the midst of all this anger and this angstnever once did you heard me say

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

They were living to strive, two stories with a main point

Fighting with my weak hand

I'm the main person in the cast

If no one's there to listen guess i'll put it in the music

I got a hundred bitches here tryna be my main chick

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Time for me to take the role of the main catalyst,