This is a song about "Nothin ta do"

This fools here for nothin

What up girl, tell me how you been

The cops dont do nothin because they crooked too

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

Nothin' you can do that'll make me wanna stay,

And we did it our way, blue-collar game all day

The cops dont do nothin because they crooked too

Cause you're the star, everybody looking at you

Trust me it aint nothin

Through thick and thin

Making it hard trying ta figure who's out ta trap me, pataki, got all

I have the brain of a genius you have the brain of a neanderthal

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Need i say more? nah i really don't have ta,

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

God damn justin, now did ya really have ta-