This is a song about "Main"

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

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

Your pride flows through the air like the lions main

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

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

Me i never call em back, she said that y’all go together

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

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

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

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

Your main chick is now my bitch

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

Im the main one falling down the hill

I'm gon remember her, but still

Uhh, so why ain't i go to college

Patrick...the main attraction bitch