This is a song about "I have no idea"

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

Hayden: you have no idea who your talkin with

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

No i don't have any pending loan

I'm the trill og and i be out here on the grind

I have no eyes i have no eyes call me so blind

I have no killer degree, cause

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

I have no hatred, i'm not naming no names

Theres times when i have no idea what the fuck im doing

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

I had no idea what was at stake.

We would like to call this an appreciation tape

No one believes what i really have become

I ain't no emo nigga, i do not lean on women