This is a song about "Cursing to a boy about being nothing"

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

It's things to know about when you got dough and clout

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

She sure does talk a a lot about dick, boy she must be in that genital phase

Don't be scared, 'cause there ain't nothing to worry about,

And i be saying somethin' when i mash out

Motherfuckin o.groll up in the club and shit, is that right

Maybe his hopes were nothing to care about, nothing to excite.

I'll be cursing out like the people on internet talking about islam

Let's get it on like desert storm, the pentagon for steppin' on,

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

About a little boy but i warn you it's gory

A smooth criminaland though i pack this pound

You dissed yourself left me nothing to speak about

About a little boy but i warn you it's gory

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free