This is a song about "Got to hg"

//i ain't got nothin' to hide

Top ten charts, where i reside

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Got me rushed to the station

I got no chance to spit, mc's got to kick the beat,

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Now what you got to say to face,

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Pete wilson trying to see us all broke, i'm on some bullshit

I got a mixtape in hands, got plans to kill shit,

Tell me how can we live this way

Got nothing left to say

But when it got to me,

C’mon and let’s chill baby

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Ive got to much anger