This is a song about "A rap about nothing"

And dusting off the porcelain and open when their cock is out

Give the new rappers a subject to rap about, and they'll give you a doubt//

You dissed yourself left me nothing to speak about

Tell them that you're from the wolf gang and you're fuckin' proud

Can’t say my name but rap about a nigga’s wife

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

You don't know nothing about me, you're ambivalent/

They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked

Truthfully don't do much, but with you trying do something

Long days but longer nights, always arguing about nothing

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

I rap about the truth and nothing but the truth

You talkin' like a backpacker, you ain't know shit about rap,

Where maino at? in my new whip with the same old strap

Nothing to write about, and freestyle? forget it!

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit