This is a song about "Madison ain t got shit"

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

Baby doll, check it out: i get around

You had your guard up at first like a soccer goalie

Holes all in ya t-shit, call that holy moly

I got that shit, that makes you high

You other brothers can’t deny

Put you in jimmy choo and you ain't even chinese

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

I got me funny money, cartoons and shit

I'm gettin blitzed and i reminsce on all the times we shared

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit

See i let my nigga split that