This is a song about "Dont know my dad"

I dont even know my own head but im sure it dont lie to me,

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

You dont even know my lyrics some one never got taught to read,

Shortly after, my dad joined the army

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Why did i do it i dont know my stomachs churning.

You dont know where im from

Roll wit ace, khaled and them

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

I dont know where my pencils at!?

Say hello to miss thang, i forgot yo name, she yellow

My polo cost ends, and bitch i'm dolo, fuck friends, so all who dont know

If you say my scripts are shit, bitch you dont know your shit

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute