This is a song about "Nothing to me"

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

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

Chasing him, his asthma's flaringsmoking like a chimney, on remy, of course he not caring

I try to tell myself that i'm safe but nothing around me is very reassuring,

And there's nothing new for me to gain,

But now invisible cells around your brain

Nothing left of me to be distinguished

Hotel suite, room keys is a gift

Now nothing seems to favor me and for the most i stay enclosed

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

// [you show me nothing but hate]

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

I’m the rapper with clout columbians rap about

Many are nothing to me now as i figure them out