This is a song about "I got nothing"

I got to his office nothing could stop this im a cut off his top quick

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

For all that deals,but i got nothing to hold

I got nothing to live for

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

Don't give in you've got nothing to lose

I was born to do the damn thing

Come on now your highness, i did nothing,

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Got nothing left but ashes, glanced and got no chances

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

He's got nothing without his friends

By a brotha who was hopeless

Shady, he's got nothing on us