This is a song about "From nothin"

Killa you already know harlem

There's nothin' like you where i come from

But your flow is shit, in no position to be teachin nothin

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

In that aston martin on these niggas, game time

You ain't nicking nothin' cause everythin's mine

And now it's clear as this promise

There aint nothin for us,

10 fives, 5 tens, 8 twenties its nothin!

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Keep frontin i know people that'll slap you for nothin

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

Its nothin, ma, im still sane

Trust me it aint nothin

What up girl, tell me how you been