This is a song about "You get no booty"

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Closest you get to me is no where near adjacent

Pocket racked up all big faces

You get it? no one ever does.

I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters

No you can't ignore me, and it's only gonna get worse

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

You get the picture? i hope not cause i'm no punk

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

No wonder they resroting to gear, get you gears cranked, rears spanked,

Cause if you wanna battle, there's no doubt you're gonna get defeated.

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

I bet that mirror gon show you

No one like you, get a fucking clue

I'll make sure you get no rest

Smoking khaled, my weed the best