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

You got nothing on me so fuck off because imma put u on your knee

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

Im sayin one night my love is like that

You aint got nothing on this rap

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

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

You must be hungry cuz you ain't got nothing else on your plate,

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

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

You got nothing but your goddamn pc

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

That you ain't nothing compared to me,

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby