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

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

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

Seeing the world got me putting shit on my shoulders

That's why a little more bring a whole lot of toasters

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

Motherfuck the police they ain't got shit on me

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

Its maybe that , that got her on me

It's no longer a new jack city

But primetime got nothin on me

You motherfuckers aint shit to me

Could i make you my baby

Me and billy got drunk, and shit, we really got into it,

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Stuck on stupid all you boyz aint on my level you've been executed my flow got you wounded

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit