This is a song about "Knowing"

U got all them drums in there

But knowing that you care

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

Or knowing that my homies got my back

Knowing you trying to hard

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

The pain of knowing you fucked up, but you may never change

Reopened my notion of knowing im broken

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

Now say fuck them other bitches them hoes ain't shit

Knowing when its over blastin music

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

Knowing i can't spend another day with you,

Wishing but knowing i won't soar to you up in that sky.

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry