This is a song about "She aint got nothing on me"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I've got nothing to give away, but they're stilling hounding me

Shady, he's got nothing on us

The critics are calling me conscious

When she left me my heart was empty nothing pure

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

Picture a place that they exist, together

She came at me at full speed, nothing could stop her

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

She got electric feel, don't taze me bro

She got angry threat me by knife

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

So she lay me down on the mattress

Aint jay z, but show me what ya got

Like a fiend off the best rock