This is a song about "Don t talk about me unless you know my life"

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

I swear these bitches look up to me like i'm doing here

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

Go get on your blogs and talk about me paying my dues,

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Tell me something you know about me

Lower than my credit score

You don;t thin anymore

Rap about life, and tell me about the life you had,

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

But something you have to know before i end, never talk bullshit about my friend.

Do whatever it takes to resist the temptationbrenda got herself a boyfriend