This is a song about "Nothing on you"

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

You must be hungry cuz you ain't got nothing else on your plate,

Than the muse of a family

Nothing can be cant you see

Even when i had nothing left to give i still plodded on,

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

And i keep on moving like nothing wrong

She self made, i'm self made

// [you show me nothing but hate]

And i'd like to serenade you for every day you

You got nothing to live for, nothing to look forward to.

You meant nothing, silly

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Shady, he's got nothing on us

And i ain't never plan to be famous