This is a song about "That aint right"

That aint no good/ that aint no good/ you aint learned a thing

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

We just aint mixing well, this just isn't right.

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

Haters mad cause i aint playin the game right

We tie dynamite to the rhino type

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

Bitches aint ya squad they point a gun right back at you

Time after time, again and again

Cause this shit right here aint no game,

Haters mad cause i aint playin the game right

And i like my marijuana bright

I told ya he aint right that niggaz got problems

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Gettin' highwhite boys done wrecked their shittryin to check my ride

The loyal one , trynna find a one but these hoes aint right