This is a song about "U aint shit"

Why lie if u aint got shit to hide

Not only had the fiend died

You motherfuckers aint shit to me

High heel wearer, hell of a body

And i aint plan this nigga i aint plan shit nigga

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

But i aint never with that female shit

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

U aint paid u broke, this boards turnin to a joke/

Feel the size of a phyllis hyman note

If you aint cool with me i aint cool with u

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

Oh shit, they aint got none

We have nothing in common

U feeling guilty like u ve done some crime.and u aint got that rhyme..

Must be out your rabbit mind, i'm thuggin', rappin', same damn time