This is a song about "What i got"

This diss is what i got you aint gotta rap shot

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

Coz i got fans i know what they love me

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

Look, just remember how that winning taste

Hoes are what i don't chase, i got no time to waste

You is not hip then i can not coach her

I work with what i got, a modern macgyver

Beware of what i got, not a lot, but holds allot

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

But instead i got shot and was like what the fuck how

I'm the reason that your bitch is smoking weed now