This is a song about "Dont know me"

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

I dont know whether your apostles or saints

Nigga there's nothin' left of you

I dont know what you want me to do,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

But she dont know the story

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow

Silly truths that some dont know..

You got that indie glow

Uhh nigga dont you know

Now i dont really know you

What preceded was the clue

Please boo what's your size crazy

I dont know how you feel about me

I dont know what those are, dont ring no bells

Yeah, that there is a fight in itself