This is a song about "Nothing to you"

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

And it was nothing to you but hands on my butt

What happened to that girl? did it mean nothing to you?

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

You fear success, but rally you have nothing to worry about.

But i'm not gonna do that until you begin to pass out

You wrote that big shit but nothing is related to rapping.

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

That you ain't nothing compared to me,

Like hoes down in magic city

But you ain't getting nothing, if you not prepared to take it

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop

You got nothing, you sprint to keep up with my jog

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

But you try to play your tunes and we hear nothing but static