This is a song about "Ain t got shit"

Miami nights, ain't another one

Oh shit, they aint got none

Can't win with a passive attack

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

I got that shit, that makes you high

Never had a chance to try

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

She's a part time

Thats right now you got this shit gowing

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

I'm in plex, i got to munch you as t. rex,

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

But then shit got worse i got colder never cried