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

You've unleashed the beast and i play you lil' niggas like lisa's shit

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time

Girl no matter what you do you ain gonna cross the line,

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

And i know - there'll never be peace

All these niggas is broke shit

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

You don;t thin anymore

Ima go until my arm's sore

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

Lotta' niggas rap about pistols but they dont kill shit

Walk into my great place, cozy

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