This is a song about "You got"

Got bullets dyin to meet you

And all the shit you went through

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

No one winning chance you even got

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

You got some half baked lyrics

Uhh, and i'm ill

You say i got no skill?

But you got assumptions

When you spill out hits

You got love for hov? man, you got love for hoes

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

The science and the art, africa

You say you got a nigga

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

If you ain't got talent,