This is a song about "Does who dont have shit"

It dont matter who you are

I guzzle up at the bar

The type of shit that you don't have to asked who produced it

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

Mr. c----n does this shit right

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

Does getting this prestige disease mean even you have lost touch?

Dont have the strength to eat

Indubitably i'm too street

Looka the quotes of man who does good there,

A life where we don't need no welfare

Only god baby, nobody else, nobody elseall you other motherfuckers get out my business

If you dont like how im killen it i simply dont give a shit too legit yet they saying who is this