This is a song about "I dont have none else to say"

But i dont hear anyone else complaining,

And getting money is the song i sing

The shit that i spit is more

I dont have to look anymore,

I dont need to rhyme to this beat to say i hate you all the fucking time

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

Is like nothing else i could recreate for you or ever say.

The-na-ture-of-the-world-to-day, the nature of the world today

I dont know what to say/ they askin for features

I lack jungle fever, had to black for the sneakers

Dont be scared to stand up and show them what you have to say,

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away

Regardless to all them, i appease her

I dont know how to say it any clearer