This is a song about "Main"

And i don't know no triple h, but this is all about the game

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

I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way

Severing your main veins opening them up with grenades leaving decay

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

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

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Im the main one falling down the hill

I got a hundred bitches here tryna be my main chick

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

You better remain calm for main terror psalm

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

This main niggas may be getting figures,

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

Sylvester stallone and arnie are the main men,