This is a song about "You are nothing but a magit"

Are you coming?to the point that your running

Numbing, poke you with a pin... nope nothing.

// [you show me nothing but hate]

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

My internal skills are nothing you can run after,your raps don't

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

Pop, pop bottles on all these bitches

But you should know gats are nothing play with

But fuck that, man your skills are like nothing to me,

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

I'm a contender, you're nothing but a pretender/

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

But in the scheme of things, my problems are nothing

Got indelible colors, only look where they’re buzzing

Every nigga in this whip gotta motherfucking college degree

But you won't get nothing from me like i'm up in a tree like a blushiing kiddie,