This is a song about "Got nobody"

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

Aint nobody gone remember your name.

Puffin’ on that garlic, cigar full of marley

So fuck the haters, they ain't nobody!

Man nobody out here's got it figured out

The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd

I'm everything that they call nice

Nobody wants to compromise

I got arrested it wasn't my fault but nobody protested

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

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Money is the basis, ain't nobody got patience

Young girls wanna get huge butts soon / nobody has got idols to look up to

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

Nobody here is famous, we just got a common interest.