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

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

You don't know nothing about me, you're ambivalent/

You got nothing to live for, nothing to look forward to.

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

You ain’t nothing but shit to me

We might be back in this baby

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

// [you show me nothing but hate]

I'm dreaming to be great

You got nothing but your goddamn pc

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

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

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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