This is a song about "You are not anything"

That's too many problems, too late to think over

Tell you that your anything but mediocre/

But, i plead you can see things are not how you perceive

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

You have to understand those bakers are not only here to bake

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

You can say all you want are you mad or not?

This is the part where we run hip hop

You cant even say anything

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Get enough do anything for you

It's jungle when the niggas in zoo

Anything you do, i destroy it

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit

Where are you its not reality

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee