This is a song about "The what i got"

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

Well guess what, i probably got more money than your lousy ass

Gorgeous, the funky four horsemen and one more

These rhymes are telegraphing what i got in store

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

What i got which u lack is im ruthless

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students

But what have i got to lose, somewhat a few seconds

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

I work with what i got, a modern macgyver

Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things'll get brighter

Forever asking what do i got to do

Even though she make it hard for me to see you

I'm making these fuckers know what i got out of life/

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys