This is a song about "Gillian knows"

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

And everybody knows their name

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Your the little shit that, nobody knows!

Who knows those who pose danger

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

Who knows just what i need, she knows just what i mean

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

But it proves to show i can't be the dude that knows

And who knows what happened, elementary

And all women who had light features, see

Ask anybody, the street knows.

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

It's the rise of the reaper, the one that always knows.