This is a song about "Anit of nuttin"

Raybands...hide the face of,

But you hate them navel kisses

Lying muhfucka done nuttin for the ghetto

Been stunting since teen wearing something obscene joe

And mad hoes ask beavis i get nuttin butt head

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

You better get yours fore i reach mine

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Lady g, willy b in time

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

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

Out of this coviction of feelings

Who know this be the life that i really live