This is a song about "Yall nothing"

While yall walk down the street with yall halter tops

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

Ye yall people best believe it

Listen, i shine while yall glisten

Top ranked, number one my son

Niggas with these bombs that yall think yall got

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

I’m a hustla, baby

With ocd yall cant touch me

With g's in my pocket

Yall so fast with the clip,

Yall no nothing about that/ talkin like yall got amnesia

White and black bitch like she's a mothafucking zebra

Because yall are fucking fools.

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots