This is a song about "Main"

And you wont need him cause ya main man lame

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

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

Severing your main veins opening them up with grenades leaving decay

Yeah two times on a sunday what a lil brotha gotta em goin one way

But what i do know, is that he's real and he lives forever

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

It's like a stain, the main memory,

Must be something you want me to see

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

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Owned rap made it my do-main,

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

Patrick...the main attraction bitch

Yeah, we get this cabbage