This is a song about "Knowing"

Ignore me, knowing i can't get enough

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Snitches here don't got no heart

Knowing you trying to hard

Knowing that the situation wouldn't get better,

And my nigga bam bam, he ready for whatever

Knowing nothing but to chew, scratch, 'n claw,

Yea, my middle finger to the law

This pair of sixes is paranormal that rare shit

Knowing when its over blastin music

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Knowing they gotta a daughter or a son

They say i need growing

Leave you dead without you knowing

Which i will then proceed to eat, not knowing

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing