This is a song about "You ain bout dat life"

She ain't no hoe, what you talkin' bout

My tires align with the play, but the times out

Baby girl imma massage you and release dat tension

But then they'll get my mom for 18 years of possession

You talkin bout you breakin out

Never lookin for a handout

Red beam on it like kano back, high price for the volcano rap

I'm ill an dat, 'bout as sick as a hypochondriac

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

You wouldnt even rap like dat if it wasnt fer me.

Talkin bout that trill life

Before we see it's hard to live

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips