This is a song about "None of yall niggas dont know m"

Niggas with these bombs that yall think yall got

Just searching for the perfect shot

While you mothafuckas waiting, i be off the slave ship

I dont know what fear is, never experienced that kind of bullshit

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

Tho my eyes on the top, dont regret none of that.

Not king james, these were coke kings

And that’s none of my subjects.

Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit

But none of yall got worry dont worry just a bit

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

Of rappers who just dont know who i am

Put burners in the hands, of the black man