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

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

But now i got you on your knees so you might as well blow me

Twista finna get up on the track

You aint got nothing on this rap

Shady, he's got nothing on us

And i ain't never plan to be famous

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

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

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

I laugh in yo face niqqa you got nuttin on me

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

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

You ain’t nothing but shit to me

// [you show me nothing but hate]

Im washin off another plate