This is a song about "Nothin ta do"

Like i said before you fools are nothin

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

God damn justin, now did ya really have ta-

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

You're uncool like my mother kin

Trust me it aint nothin

Trust me it aint nothin

You can disown him or stone him

I 'll just stick ta hate songs

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Never forget what ya meant ta

Educate yourselves, of africa

And take mama wit cha, cause despair don't do nothin but bite

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

Bitch u were never amountain to nothin

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him