This is a song about "Loving someone and them not knowing it"

Little kids rhyming stuff not even knowing the meanin'

I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim

Me that i need and breath, if i let you go i'd be on my knees not knowing

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

Laying there, not knowing that i was near dead.

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

That your buying and there loving it,

And i don't blame you, cause game gets swang like it ain't shit

Paralyzing them but not from the pain so they can face it

And knowing about what i mastered,

Plumber in the back seat, pipe work

And this will be the song that we sing

Which i will then proceed to eat, not knowing

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Freestyle turn you to a homie. call me strange but not loving