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

But primetime got nothin on me

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

// [you show me nothing but hate]

You aint got nothing on this rap

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

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

As i seenobody cares about my history

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

And i open up the door you bring her cranky ass with you

Cause nothing of that crap you rap amuses me

We came.. way too far pretty baby

Cause theres nothing you can do to stop me

Take your time when you’re with me baby

Cuz golly, you done made it through the fight while squabbling ali

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