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

Cause my lyrics are like miracles to you ears you hear me?

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

Are you talking to me, if so call me deniro

The proverbial lemonade that i made

// [you show me nothing but hate]

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

So there's nothing i can say but the fact you are guilty

Nothing you can say can scare me

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

You dissed yourself left me nothing to speak about

It's things to know about when you got dough and clout

Are you shallow cause if not i'll take it deeper baby

Its ment to be coz you are really vexing me,

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

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