This is a song about "You aint shit to me"

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

Boy, hasnt anyone told that you aint worth shit, no prolly not

So i banged for a minute

I aint lettin' you win with your shit

It aint like you need me to let your world shine

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

Aint my fault your fans find you shit sleepy now look

Can't be held against you in any kind of way

I aint even phased by the shit that you say

Really easy for me to tell you i aint black,

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

The real muscle in the message of that

Making me think my life aint shit

Everything you dojust wanna let you know, how we feel

Tell me what im suppose to do, if i aint got you here