This is a song about "You are nothing"

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

You nothing but a peasant,

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

You meant nothing, silly

At an extremly alarming rate

// [you show me nothing but hate]

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

When you bluffing, and end up doing nothing

And the flow don't mean nothing unless the right words are chose

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

But it never rain in california unless the pistols out

When my days are numbered and i got nothing to whine about/

That would be cool, if she was your lover

You ain't nothing but a vulture

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

All you are is talk nothing legit