This is a song about "You are nothing to me"

A hundred fuckers are nothing. not me, believe in the rest

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

// [you show me nothing but hate]

I just want somebody i can see

Pretending nothing happened to me

So all that shit you niggas kicking we ain't worried about

Many are nothing to me now as i figure them out

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

That you ain't nothing compared to me,

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Are you kidding me, you're tryin to rap,

Mindless conscience nothing seems to speak to me

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

Its ment to be coz you are really vexing me,

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three