This is a song about "You ain t nothing"

You say you ain fake or plastic? ha that's sarcastic, fool youre fake as graphics

Without my crew and me, slurring words and spitting so loosely but its so fast its

When you bluffing, and end up doing nothing

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

I'm in plex, i got to munch you as t. rex,

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

T-raw you don't know who you fucking with?

So it's nothing to finish

Dc, man over money

Nothing can be cant you see

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

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