This is a song about "I don t know"

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Since i was killed by the don,

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

I don have to explain myselfi dont have tochange for nobody if you dont like me

Super chill, some call me t-frozen, and if theres weed around i gotta

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada

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

I swear these bitches look up to me like i'm doing here