This is a song about "It was nothing"

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Haters failing, they said i was nothing but a subliminal liar

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

And muffled the fumes like it was nothing because it ain't

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

Nothing will stop us from taring it up.

Nothing can refill it,not even new wife

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

And it was nothing to you but hands on my butt

Please show love, make way for the bad girls club

Came inna game nothing was a loan

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home

But understand nothing was done for me

Look, i'm still talking to you baby