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

And nigga if you aint got versace then nigga you can not top me

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

We have nothing in common

Oh shit, they aint got none

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

But primetime got nothin on me

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block

Its fine i get that alot, shit i know i aint hot, doctors keep givin me a shot,

Motherfuck the police they ain't got shit on me

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

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

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

Making me think my life aint shit

There just aint on way of stopping me

Wanna see you work your body