This is a song about "Zoe has no mates"

I'm rapping for my mates

And i ain't got what it takes

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

"damn, this kid has no skills

And i be feeling like hova when y'all was sleeping on him

This new generation has no moderation, no motivation

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

There ain't no getting around it, the alarm has sounded

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

Yet your cd has no buyers,

No other rapper has forgone the flow strong

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

Everyone has the darkness in em and its no different with me,

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

My way like a usher song

But no, that ship has gone