This is a song about "You ain t got enough"

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

I'm gonna finish you here, bitch, i've said enough

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Got enough rappers to kill, you're my foe, see/

But most importantly, hip hop isn’t dead no more you see

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Don't you know enough to leave well enough alone?

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

Don't you know enough to leave well enough alone?

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

Girl no matter what you do you ain gonna cross the line,

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

Believe me i've got enough rough and tough inside me to f*** you up.

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Feeling you up, you're already scared enough