This is a song about "This ain t it"

Second song ,second time sayin i ain got time to hate

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

Girl no matter what you do you ain gonna cross the line,

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

This magic, i can cast it

Bulletproof vest won't protect shit

So fuck em' all

You don;t thin anymore

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

Watching my vehicle break down on another man's block

My j-o-b to roast or fry this age old beef till the mic is h-o-t,