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

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

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

You aint got nothing on this rap

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

That you ain't nothing compared to me,

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

I've got nothing to give away, but they're stilling hounding me

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

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

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

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

But primetime got nothin on me

Fuck that now trying get the money

Cause theres nothing you can do to stop me

20 racks really thats sneaker money