This is a song about "Bryan got nothing"

Get it girl, keep that motor running

Now i really ain't got nothing

I got a couple thotties in the inbox it ain't nothing

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

And let the beat play

Got nothing left to say

Raised by a momma who, who

Ye i moved and still got nothing do

You got nothing, you sprint to keep up with my jog

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

When they know how

Got nothing to say now

The best days'll be when i got nothing left to rhyme about/

Cuz we'll come find you in all kinds of carssignin' out

So here i am at the store for some chips

I've got nothing but bad intentions