This is a song about "You ain t got no dick"

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

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Head game outta control, super heroes on the floor

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

You say i got no skill?

That's aids to the ill

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

Motherfuckin' place at the same motherfuckin' time

But most importantly, hip hop isn’t dead no more you see

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

You say you ain fake or plastic? ha that's sarcastic, fool youre fake as graphics

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

And you ain't got no friends

Ain't no women at the shows

You niggas aint got no hoes