This is a song about "Knowing"

Knowing that my parents do not care

Don't you leave a seed in there

You're so white, my blinkers don't work

And knowing about what i mastered,

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Knowing that the situation wouldn't get better,

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

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

I'm tired of knowing my heart, is coal black.

I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as shaq

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Time to get my blood flowin, im colder, told her knowing

Reopened my notion of knowing im broken

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

Get the zippo and spark the shit

Knowing when its over blastin music