This is a song about "You got nothing on me"

Miami heat has nothing on me / lebron's shot's like a zombie

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

They giving pounds and that before get the money

Man i'm stacking that paper ain't nothing you can tell me

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

So you got three feet on me, i do hating deeds

Cause nothing of that crap you rap amuses me

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

Cause theres nothing you can do to stop me

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

But now i got you on your knees so you might as well blow me

I be frontinand i'mma drink my hennessey like it ain't nothin

On me rappers got nothing,back of the line is where there shoved in

You got nothing but your goddamn pc

God mc oh my god you gotta see