This is a song about "Nothing like a thot"

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Doing nothing but braggin saggin my pants spitting like a dragon

If you feel it, it must be real just

You nothing but a peasant,

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Age thirteen, rapping like a machine, and nothing is stopping my cold wind flow that sends shivers

Then i will gladly go back to my emo rap

Thot in highschool naw we ain't knew that

It'll be like nothing to us but dust,

Secret society all we ask is trust

You is not hip then i can not coach her

You ain't nothing but a vulture

It aint nothing but a g thang baby

Lovin how i got you niggas crazy

I'm a catch 21, this close to nothing

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king