This is a song about "Not knowing the truth"

Niggas die over shoes

Now that i know the truth,

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

And i'm not currently on drugs so it's just the truth i'm saying

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

I only be telling the truth

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game

Spewing truth in my music, nobody’s knowing my name,

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Not knowing they got they groceries because i bled

Couple grand when i rock the night

Not knowing what to write

Lemme tell you the truth

With women with issues

Which i will then proceed to eat, not knowing

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing