This is a song about "You ain t got nothing on me"

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

You got nothing to live for, nothing to look forward to.

I don’t want nothing to do with you, i’m through with you

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

Second song ,second time sayin i ain got time to hate

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

You the new clerk? you got a few quirks, but nothing irreversible

Den i put that ho on the welcome mat

You aint got nothing on this rap

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Hey zach i know like me. i don,t not like you. you need alone now

// [you show me nothing but hate]

Talk sharp like a razor blade