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

U feeling guilty like u ve done some crime.and u aint got that rhyme..

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

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

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

But primetime got nothin on me

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

You the new clerk? you got a few quirks, but nothing irreversible

Fuck that now trying get the money

That you ain't nothing compared to me,

You got nothing, you sprint to keep up with my jog

As long as we're cooperating with god

You aint got nothing on this rap

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

You ain’t nothing but shit to me

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably