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

Really easy for me to tell you i aint black,

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

Yofti! aint you so glad you got me?

Please boo what's your size crazy

I work hard for everything i get

You fakes aint nothin but a pile of shit

Make daddy proud: i love every one of you

You wna call me shit then ill call you shit to

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

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

Represent the borough nigga, b.k. all day

I aint even phased by the shit that you say

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

You rap like crap it aint like that better u know how to spit or stop throwing shit

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

All this bull shit aint gonna stop me from chasing dreams