This is a song about "Being raised with nothing"

And if i do go you better come through

I want nothing more to do with you

Had enough dollars, was wealthy raised

Look, just remember how that winning taste

On they twitter writing novels, see

Not being with her makes me feel shitty.

And aye ya yai dun had some bad bitches

Kris humphries ain't nothing to fuck with

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

A professional masseuse diagnosed with being loose,

Feed me more rappers to devour, eat em up and howl with raised lungs

You can't act like no bitch that only got tyler perry famous

With his hood raised up, this boy is lacking luck, combating in blood.

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

And i don’t wanna be a playa no more

He's being cornered, with little ammo in store