This is a song about "Main"

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

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

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

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

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

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

You better remain calm for main terror psalm

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Tryna be that main chick

Pitch the rock, mike vick, swag so sick

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

It's like a stain, the main memory,

Eminem is my main influence,

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

The main freestyle king back in the building

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing