This is a song about "Nothing to you"

So i banged for a minute

Happen to you , nothing is shit

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

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

And i got nothing to do but make you look stupid as parents

Went from nothing to something now im second to nothing

If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening

Beware your existence im a villian i know your feelin this dont sqeal lil

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

You ain’t nothing but shit to me

Plottin' don’t even worry

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

This guy ain't nothing, i list it, bout to send you home cryin and

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

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god