This is a song about "Nothing on you"

I was born to do the damn thing

Numbing, poke you with a pin... nope nothing.

Have that consistence drive long as your motor’s running

When you bluffing, and end up doing nothing

Nothing can be cant you see

It ain't hard to make money

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

That skate hard, thrash black hoodies, try something

Get over yourself you know your ass is nothing.

Until there's nothing left of you

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

The shit, you can mention me if anybody ask you

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

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

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate