This is a song about "I dont know shit"

Hard i dont know what that means

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

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

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

I just dont give a fuckin shit

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

I dont know why you keep talking shit,boy hop off my dick

Straight bad bitches i run, through

Now i dont really know you

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

The shit we been through together u dont know

I dont know shit anymore feels like my knowledge is diluted

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

Know one thing though- i won't give a shit if you don't,

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold