This is a song about "You niggas ain t shit"

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

Holes all in ya t-shit, call that holy moly

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

My flow ain't to fast and t ain't to slow, just so perfect that you could never know

You don;t thin anymore

And i don't run counters no more

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Hey zach i know like me. i don,t not like you. you need alone now

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

I work hard for everything i get

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit