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

Tell me something you know about me

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad

About the bitch life. don't you dare tell me how i should live. or how i should talk

Buzz it, like my very first day in here

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

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

My flow ain't to fast and t ain't to slow, just so perfect that you could never know

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

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

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

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

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill