This is a song about "Somethings are nothing"

Those weak ass basic already used punch lines are nothing more than a voter optical illusion

You know they got me trapped in this prison of seclusionhappiness, living on the streets is a delusion

When my days are numbered and i got nothing to whine about/

In a room full of goons, i'm such a fucking stand out

Blasts something. pasts exploited for nothing.

They rooting for me, they say a nigga buzzing

With kids who feel like nothing and relate when words are thrown,

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

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

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

All you are is talk nothing legit

Somethings broken, awoken, unspoken

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

So there's nothing i can say but the fact you are guilty