This is a song about "Anit of nuttin"

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

In time we learned to live a life of crime

Out of mind out of sight

But you can't hide

Before we see it's hard to live

Of the book of your life

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

Top of my pile of bodies

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

This pussy gettin' better cause a nigga nuttin' quicker

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

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

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Of being of always getting wired

I got them saying who dat, who dat? cole world