This is a song about "Main"

The main reason i came

Hallow be thy name

I got a hundred bitches here tryna be my main chick

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

I'm kobe in an orange jersey

It's like a stain, the main memory,

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

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

It's been nothing but pain

Owned rap made it my do-main,

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

Find whatever it is you need/ from the bomb bay car fucking hoes on main/

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

This main niggas may be getting figures,

Lady at the frank stand will

Im the main one falling down the hill