This is a song about "Natalie cain"

I'd rather be proud to get by, like when frankie came out

I’m the rapper with clout columbians rap about

You pay your favorite stripper car note

Cain and able/back to back/ throat to throat/

I don't slang caine on the city streets

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Catch you at the red light, have em screamin' “caine get up"

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

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

Time to start the game, crack your brain, like wrath of caine/

So much to say a scrabble game

Middle name shane, born all the same

This is all my flow

I scalp women like zito

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Fuck shane battier that nigga a soft boy