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

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

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

You dont know who i am

She ain't got a man

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

Damn, why does life have to be so stressful

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

Why does it have to be him that is gone?

Indubitably i'm too street

Dont have the strength to eat

Why does every rapper say you have to hustle and grind

Cuz when the press get this verse, their sure to press rewind

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

You never play with young boys cause they never private

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

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