This is a song about "Don t knoe"

And i don't run counters no more

You don;t thin anymore

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

Make the fingers snap

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

And i'mma be honest she's the fliest here

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

In fact, lemme pass the mic to man big t"

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,

I got soul, there's more in store