This is a song about "Anit of nuttin"

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

The things im most scared of

But you hate them navel kisses

I know i anit dat good at rapping...and my efforts just go in vain...

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Out of this coviction of feelings

Like a small garage in your backyard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

This pussy gettin' better cause a nigga nuttin' quicker