This is a song about "That s my main"

That´s not what we taught you, you swore an oath

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

S on my chest like a superman vest

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

All because she said no to homecoming, demons running

Lyrical spinach coursed on my main plates for more listening

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

And that´s how it has begun

Cuz i fuck any rap makin the rap game my main whore, as my lyrical brain brings more,

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Grown men in this game

Owned rap made it my do-main,