This is a song about "You ain t nothing"

And while i’m in your mother

You ain't nothing but a vulture

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

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

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

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

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

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

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

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

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

Wait, now it's about eight something

When you bluffing, and end up doing nothing

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

Ya can't stand it when someone talks shit about ya marijuana hits.