This is a song about "Never had anything"

I wanna get with you

I never had a curfew,

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

Never heard anything like me invading your cd stores

'cuz we ain't never had shit, never had riches and dough,

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

I never had a doubt

Mmg man, we smoked out

Then how come you never have anything to say to me?

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Never agreeing on anything unless i did somethin they ain't like

Period gonei'm off the hook like cordless phonesmy identity so right

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Never have i wanted anything more

We must, be the flyest of southerner men

And i'll never make you do anything again