This is a song about "Know what i mean"

The good kid from the ugly city

I don't think you know what you mean to me

Maybe we just need to slow

Only murmering what i know

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Jimmas are foreseen if you know what i mean,

They ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

Let me show what i mean with "ghetto", i'll remind y'all,

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

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

I mean a lame who cant do what i do,

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true