This is a song about "Somethings are nothing"

And you got that bomb, huh, i'm tryna detonate you

Why are haters just hating when we did nothing to

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

A hundred fuckers are nothing. not me, believe in the rest

My internal skills are nothing you can run after,your raps don't

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

They like talking, its like gossip

Nothing will stop us when we are locked shut.

Somethings not right, so i stay awake at night and write

Niggas run and hidenapoleon will provide

You need to go to, like, vienna or something

But in the scheme of things, my problems are nothing