This is a song about "You ain t nothing"

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

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

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

Bought a brand new car for my after party

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

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

You nothing but a peasant,

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

Yeah, the sex in the sack

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

When you bluffing, and end up doing nothing

You ain't nothing but a vulture

When we not in summer