This is a song about "Nobody knows how she really feel"

Your the little shit that, nobody knows!

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan

Nobody knows alone i really am

Nobody even knows it

Pass that, catch back, fast that

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Nobody knows my strife i never chose my life

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

But nobody saw the pain she held back

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

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

I am for real

How's she supposed to feel?