This is a song about "Bryan got nothing"

I was born to do the damn thing

Now i really ain't got nothing

I ain't got nothing, but a stuffy nose running

I spend thousands on the shoes for the coupe it's nothing

So tell me why are we at war

I got nothing to live for

I got that good stroke, come be my mona lisa

Yall no nothing about that/ talkin like yall got amnesia

You got nothing but your goddamn pc

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

You the new clerk? you got a few quirks, but nothing irreversible

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

I've got so much money man nothing is overpriced

Please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child

Got nothing to say now

We be like wow