This is a song about "Nothing at all"

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

So all the hustling for nothing man

I was sitting on the couch reading yellow paper

She came at me at full speed, nothing could stop her

Know you want me to fall

‘cause i’m not fine at all

It was hard to quitstarted out drinkin’ forties moved to harder shitgoddamn, now i’ma grown man

Majori'm at the apex, your at the nadir ain't nothing faker, rather be alone than

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Does nothing but suck all money and knowledge a man gets

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

And nothing else to get money for all their corporations off it,

Staring at nothing on my phone but a cyber clock

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

To love me at all at all

These joints here not found at the mall