This is a song about "Aint got shit on me"

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

Last aint for me thats wy they got winners for,

Bait baby, wait baby

But primetime got nothin on me

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

I walk wit the shells, and i aint got no adidas on.

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit

I got the whole damn world on this shoe type of shit

Cause everythang gonna be alright

Why lie if u aint got shit to hide

There just aint on way of stopping me

Now i can draw your face up pretty

The dead society of a poet

Making me think my life aint shit

Tell me i aint rappin like my life depending on it (x3)

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex