This is a song about "You ain t nothing"

Good evening, uhm, everybody listening

When you bluffing, and end up doing nothing

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

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

Went and got two maseratis at the same damn time

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

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

And daddy's in the cadillac

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Do nothing but smack you back

So tell me why are we at war

You don;t thin anymore

If you think what you see on t v's bad

I'mma sign that work and release that

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

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