This is a song about "Nothing and something"

I don’t want nothing to do with you, i’m through with you

Let's hear something original through and through.

There's nothing but crumbled leaves and

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

And there's nothing new for me to gain,

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

Blood gets scared and starts running when i'm judging something

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Theres imaginary blood and theres something tappin

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

That same dude you gave nothing, i made something doing

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Watch as nothing becomes a big round something, imagine a lot of loving,

No sympathy, ain't no love when you in these streets just get something

Brains aren't everything, and especially in your case, they're nothing.

Somebody tell justin beiber that i'm fuckin' coming