This is a song about "Dont know were to go"

Hold em up, lets go, and even though, you dont know about knife behind

It's nothing to deny for having such a mind, i'll be having y'all in mind

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

You know where im gettin to, dont ya?

I dont know what you want me to do,

I'll tell you baby that we're through

Yo, stupid motherfuckers dont know what they get into when they go fuck with me

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

What's the deal with the nets though

I don't know where to go,

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

I dont know what to say/ they askin for features

End you were crowned, i looked around, no were to go so now i'm giving you

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

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

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty