This is a song about "Coming for nothing"

Sheets of nothing perhaps for the remainder,

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

I'm just a young and up-and-coming rapper who's got nothing/

My heart too dark, i’m so gone, delete my phone

Nothing in my way shootin for the thrown

Planned nothing for the week ahead

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

Nothing stops me im ready for any competition

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride

I'm coming for each of you, you can never hide/

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see