This is a song about "You got nothin on me"

You got more chance landing a plane than landing a punch on me

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

My mind is nothin' my pride is somethin' that i don't got,

Small time ain't got nothin on my fuckin cashflow

If you know like i know, you should lie low

You can try to come at me with your generic lyrics but theyr nothin to my lyrical genius,

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

I'm promise you're pussy to me fucker you nothin to me

Trust me it aint nothin

And picture me rollin

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

It's nothin' to me, nothin' to me, nothin' to me but smoke on the breeze

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Cause you got it going on